Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, Issue 45 — page 60: what you’re looking at

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SOME OTHER TIME filthy affair could be laid at his door. He had only to agree to give up his work and that ghastly future would never take place. He said: “How do you know that if I abandon my research here, someone else will not take it up and produce all the things?” “If they do,” the Molinarian said, softly, “then they, in turn, will be visited by me. You are the first. That is all.” ME 666.7" So it still left him with the choice. Carpenter stood up and walked across the room, went into Laboratory Number One and switched off the cos- motron. He stood, eyes blank, for a long while, his hand resting lightly on the smooth metal flank of the machine. So long. Twenty years. Twenty years in which he had worked and slaved and torn his guts out to fulfil the urgent desires of his dreams. If he washed his hands of all that now, if he turned his back on his work, a new life 59 would open for him. The Molinarian could cure him. Of that he was convinced. Louise. Louise. There would be a wonderful future for them. He went back into the study. The alien and the girl had not moved. Carpenter took a deep breath and the red spots of fever fluttered on his cheeks. He said, flatly: “Sorry, Molinarian. No go. I carry on my work.” “But, Doctor Carpen- ter——” Louise had crumpled her handkerchief into a ball. The Molinarian’s face was ghastly. His mouth thinned. - “That is your final decision, Carpenter ?”’ “It is. I think that homo sapiens will not distort and pervert my research in the way you have shown. That is only a possible future. It probably won’t happen.” The Molinarian’s words came vehemently. “It’s my past! It has happened in my world. You may quote parallel futures to me as much as you wish, but to me, it’s real.”’ comiclooolkks.com