Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 46 — page 47: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION bearings, recalling where he was in relation to the lift shaft that had brought him up, under escort, through the lower levels, and picturing where the other sets of shafts would, therefore, be situated. Then, walking more con- fidently, now that the intial ordeal of escaping from the Psychocentre was over, he set out briskly up the alley- way, steeling himself against the temptation to peer over his shoulder and to right and left and thus give himself away, perhaps, to some chance observer who would otherwise be quite unsuspicious of this tall young man in Cadet uni- form who strode along this certain alleyway. Cadet uniform! The realisa- tion struck at his mind with savage force. They’d spot him as easily as winking an eye once they really got after him! He quickened his stride, reached the end of the alley- way and crossed the wider road that lay at right angles to it, walking faster and faster. If he could get a change of clothing somewhere he’d stand more of achance, but he didn’t have enough exchange vouchers or credits to go into a shop and buy a new outfit. Besides which, he remem- bered, there weren’t any 46 clothes shops on the Admin. Level. If he was lucky the security men, once they discovered that he was missing, might go straight to the shaft up which he’d been brought, acting on the assumption that he’d be heading for his home or at any rate, for his home Level. But a change of clothes was, nevertheless, important, Two monocars flashed by him as he crossed a street and one of the drivers shouted out at him, cursing him for jay- walking. And he, in turn, cursed himself for being care- less, thinking of the scene that might have ensued if the © man had stopped and called the nearest policeman to report a case of “‘pedestrian behaving in a fashion likely to cause danger to wheeled transport.”’ He walked quickly, keeping as much as possible to the smaller streets, heading for that section of the north wall of the Level where he knew he would find a block of lift shafts. If he could get out of the Administration Level and up to the Fourth he thought he might stand a good chance of reaching his destination without being caught, since the security men did not know where he was heading, and after presumably trying comiclooks.conrn