Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 46 — page 79: what you’re looking at

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“AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION strong. But do not sleep longer than an hour.” ; The green world darkened from emerald to turquoise and then to a gloom of inky purple, and within it Patrick Vane slept a deep, untroubled sleep for exactly one hour. Dr. Allard looked nervously at the hands of the clock on the wall of the Processing room, “then down at his patient, who was sleeping in the surgery chair. He was nervous because he knew that the Night Lights of the whole City had been switched off some twenty minutes before and the Sun Lights switched on. Soon the first workers would be arriving at the Psychocentre, and if anything had gone wrong and the boy didn’t come out... He looked at the clock hands yet again. The time was up. The drugs should have worn off by now and—— Patrick Vane stirred in the chair, stirred, sat up, blinked twice and then got to his feet. 78 Tentatively the doctor pushed out the feelers of his mind in telepathic exploration. Then his mouth fell open in amazement at the power pos- sessed by that other mind. A second or so passed with neither of them moving. Dr. Allard felt the cold shimmerings of wonder pass- ing over his body. He had anticipated power, yes, but not this much power, and never this much grasp of the way in which the power could be controlled and used. He’d expected that they’d have to talk and plan and make decisions together. ‘“‘Now?’’ asked Patrick Vane, simply. The awed psychologist gave the slightest of nods perhaps a second after the question was put to him. But there was no need for him to have done it, since Patrick already knew what the answer would be. And the nod was lost on Patrick, anyway, since Pat- rick was particularly—busy. comiclooks.corn