Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 99: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION They searched the house again, and the grounds, then drove to the Mercer home. The robots weren’t there, either. Mike and Carol looked into the old barn behind the house. **Mike! Our house! The sec- tions! They’ve been stolen!’’ But Mike was grinning with a glimmer of suspicion. “Come on!” he said. He took Carol’s hand and ran with her to the other end of _ the property. There, under improvised searchlights, where nothing but a foundation had existed that afternoon, stood a house, completely fabricated. They heard hammeringcoming from inside it. ““Mike!”’ said Carol. “Do you suppose——?”’ Re. Her unfinished question was - answered as the hammering stopped and the two robots appeared at the front door. 98 “Jose and Paul, you clock- work rascals!” said Mike. *“What have you been up to?” The robots smiled proudly. “The plans were very com- plete, Michael,’ said Jose. “And your and Miss Carol’s wishes were obvious.” “We couldn’t help hearing your conversation,’ added Paul. ‘‘Our ears were made to be very sensitive.” ““We hope our service has been satisfactory,” said Jose. “You darlings!’’ said Carol. “I could kiss both of you, you—you champions! Aren’t they champjons, Mike, both of them, through and through?” “Right,” said Mike, “‘my love.” ‘““Now we can be married right away,” she said. “Mike —this week end!” _ ““Check, mate!”’ said Mike. CORNICHOCKS.COM § {