Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, Issue 45 — page 61: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION “Possibly. To me, it’s only a future that may occur. There are an infinite number of other futures.” “I know the theory. But I beg of you, Carpenter, before it’s too late. Before I have to take the other measures——”’ ‘What are you thinking of? It’s no good trying to send me mad again. My secretary here is aware of the situation. Only one other being with the same knowledge as yourself is sufii- cient to prevent madness. You - should know that.” “IT wasn’t thinking of that.” “Well?” Before his eyes the alien changed. The face thinned and grew gaunt. The fever spots burnt on his cheeks and the fever-sharpened glint in the eyes exactly matched the glit- ter in Carpenter’s. Now, there were two: Doc- tor Carpenters in the room. “IT think Tl just tell Arm- strong that I want him,” the pseudo Carpenter said in Carpenter’s own breathless voice. ~ ‘““Wait!’’ Carpenter shouted 60 and strode across the room, stood looking as it were into a mirror. But this time there was the queasy feeling that right was left, and the mirror image was reversed. “Before you attempt to wreck twenty years of my work,’ Carpenter said des- perately, trying to think his way round this, “can you give me any other single reason, apart from your stories of the future, why I should stop my work ?” The alien shrugged, in a gesture that now was Car- penter’s. “No. You have been shown what wiil happen.”’ ‘But I don’t think man will be like that. I don’t think he will do those terrible things to the bodies of his fellows. Louise ” Carpenter swung on her. “What do you think?” “Don’t ask me, Doctor,” she cried in anguish. ‘‘Please don’t ask me! I want you to stop work and look after your- self—I don’t want you to die of this disease. But—I love conmicloooks.com