Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 46 — page 52: what you’re looking at

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SAVIOUR ““Hley there. It’s you I’m talking to! (Excuse me, madam, this is official, thank you. Sorry, sir, but I must pass. Thank you.) Hey there!” The inner voice that warned him not to look round was no longer strong enough in in- . tensity to control his actions. He had to look! The man in the black uni- form, his white face set and scowling, was shouldering his way through the crowd. His fierce eyes met Patrick’s and he pointed straight at him. “Yes, youinthecadet uniform. Come back here.”’ Run. Dashoff. Hide. Escape. Now. Quickly. Down an alley. Anywhere. Into a building. Don’t let him catch you. Oh God, for the tunnel. The dark tunnel. Alone in the tunnel. If only he were there, alone, in the dark. Run. Dash off. Hide... The tunnel. It was then that his foot twisted under him... . He lay in the huge womb darkness, and the memories fled out and away from him as if the mental bobbins from which the threads of recol- lections had unwound had given themselves one last 31 spin, had turned in one final revolution and then, their stocks exhausted, stilled their whirling movements with re- gretful sighs. There must have been more, Patrick thought, frantic for further bobbins and for fur- ther memories. That can’t be all. No. Never. Can’t be. But with a part of his mind he knew. With an oddly ob- jective awareness and self- examination he knew that he had been lying there in the tunnel, forcing himself to think over everything that had happened to him, for a very specific reason. The same reason that had made him, when he had caught sight of the security men at the lift shaft, think back to the days of his childhood and re-live old memories. On that occa- sion his mind had refused to face up to the terrors that the present had held, and had sought a refuge in past mem- ories. And it had just done sO again. But what terrors had the present held on this last occasion? He was safe, wasn’t he, here in the tunnel? Or comparatively safe, any- way. And he had been safe here when first he had sought sanctuary among his mem- ories of the past. Then what..? — Run from it. Think of some- comiclbooks.conrn