Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 63: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION | Flying, and the stick got shot away.” I felt the begin- nings of relief—then memory flooded back and I struggled to arise. My limbs were strapped at my sides, Strapped! I tried to see if they were strapped—or missing. “Did I faint ? Is it a nightmare, tell me ?’’ Doc Lestrange shook his head. “You must relax until Doctor Kersch is ready for WE . 3., “Kersch!” I interrupted. “You don’t mean... you aire. 5. The Doctor nodded slowly. “These things are as necessary as any other form of military preparedness or medical re- search. As necessary as Vivi- section. Relax, you are almost ready for the brain-wash and final hypnosis.” I struggled madly. “Brain- wash! You haven’t made M6 -555.5- The Doctor nodded slowly, and I thought I saw him brush aside a threatening human emotion that was softening his features. ‘“Relax,”’ he ordered in a firm and impersonal voice. “Do not attempt to look beneath the screen until you are told to do so. You are receiving high-frequency radio therapy and in a matter of hours your skin will have healed over. You will be given massage immediately prior to hypnosis. After that the pain will diminish con- siderably. Hail progress!” “For God’s sake tell me— whatam1l? Am1I..?” The Doctor nodded. ““Mark XV,” he said. COmiichooks.com |