Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION we know, is by using one of the machines.” “IT suppose they think we won’t dare to pinch one of the wretched things,’ Dinton growled. “Well, there’s one consolation: Janton’s the only one who can read our thoughts. He’s the only one who can speak our language.” “You don’t know that, Dinton. If any of them under- stand English, it doesn’t neces- sarily follow that they will acquaint us with the fact.” How little any of them knew, Susan thought. The sleep had refreshed her; she felt restored physically, but the near-hysteria of the pre- vious day had given way to a sense of depression. She was not given to self-analysis, but she realised that it arose, in part, from her feeling of hope- less inferiority where their captors were concerned. Supposing they never re- turned to their own time and planet, could they possibly settle down in a world where even the children, she sup- posed, would of necessity talk down to them? Where even the simplest item of equipment was beyond mental under- 28 standing? Supposing some- thing happened to separate her from Ted, what would she do? The thought sent a cold shudder of fear through her, and she moved closer to him. Benner started to move again, and they followed him. They passed between two of the huts, which apparently had been built from sheet-metal sections, and emerged on the landing field. Apart from two men doing something to a complicated machine in an open workshop, and a woman crossing the field in the dist- ance, the place seemed deserted. Susan wondered if the rest of the band was out on a foray. There were plenty of the machines scattered about on the surface of the field, but if Janton’s statement that they had more machines than men to man them was correct, it was quite possible that there were only a few people left in camp. “Anyway, what are we going to do now?” Dinton asked, after a brief pause. “About escaping, you~ mean ?” “Tea:" “T don’t think we can rely conniclooolkks.comhn