Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 46 — page 74: what you’re looking at

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SAVIOUR there, ahead of you, if you wish to see it. The number of Paths on the Fan is infinite, but you can make this certain Path the reality, later, if you wish.”’ How pleasant it would be just to lie in the green liques- cence, though. But no, that - was wrong. He did want to see this Path that the voice in- formed him could be made the reality, He did want to see it. “Show me the Path.” ““Move onwards and you will see the Path. Move on- wards,” The green tides and the whispering eddies caught him and drew him, and the green water universe became like a mighty Fan spread out just a little way ahead of him. And in the middle of the Fan there ‘was a Path. The Path. He moved onwards and then the Path was beneath his feet and the green world was nothing but a hazy dream- cloud in his mind. Instead, he was in the Processing room of the Psychocentre, standing very still, conscious of nothing save the enormity of the powers that he now knew to be his. It was as though he were at the centre of a giant web of force that spread outwards 73 from him, extending on and on in every direction. And it was a web not only of force, he discovered, but also of awareness. For here, at this point on this certain strand of the web, was Margaret, still very much alive and now a member of the group which had conscious control of its psi faculties. And there, at this other point, was his mother, while somewhere else stood the old man who was called Whittam and who had, in a very strange way, been his benefactor. But the awareness extended further than this. It was an awareness not only of people and places that he knew or remembered, but of events that were transpiring in in- numerable places, both in the Deep Cities and on the surface far above. He saw the great churning bulks of the Mole Heavies as they squirmed and thundered their way through the solid rock in their efforts to reach enemy Moles or, better still, enemy outposts. He saw the Deep Cities of the Eastern Federation and witnessed the manner in which similar con- ditions had produced similar forms of society to that in Deep London itself. And the strands of this comicloooks.com