Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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STRANGER IN TIME the little house which she and Ted had shared for nearly two years. 3. The sound of the door sliding back awakened her. For a moment she lay staring stupidly at the dazzling sun- light which streamed into the cabin, then she heard her husband calling from some- where outside. “Susan! We’re home.” Still half asleep, she stumbled over to the door, and looked out. The machine was resting on a lawn that was more grey than green. In the distance white towers thrust up through masses of blue and gold foliage. A white sun stared down at her out of a sky that had a touch of violet about it, and in the opposite quarter of the heavens a monstrous round bulk was visibly rising, thrusting itself up above the horizon, -a world so near that, with the naked eye, she could see the continents and seas through the misty tenuous veil of its atmosphere... Susan leaned against the door frame with a sob. Home! 37 The word was a mockery. She knew then that home as Ted understood the meaning of the word would never be home to her. She could have made her home with him in China or any other part of the world she knew, but a civilisa- tion so far in advance of hers she could never face. At that moment the beauty of his world meant nothing to her. THEY stood before the Super- visor in a room within a building that combined austerity with grace, massive- ness with beauty. His eyes rested on her for a moment with something of kindliness and understanding in them. - He waved her to a seat, and turned to Dinton, who re- mained standing. Susan felt the echoing com- mence within her mind, and knew they were in soundless conversation. She leaned back wearily, and closed her eyes. “Jenryn Dinton, we have read your report. Frankly, I am not pleased with the ease with which the enemy agent Benner, or the man you knew as Benner, succeeded in dup- ing you.” commiclooolks.comn