Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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TABARN!I DOCUMENT to the rest of the system that it gave them indigestion just to think about it. . The Earth wandered round the Sun five times. The Ter- rists inaugurated hundreds of new files, consulted thousands of viewing boxes, recorded millions of theses, and made innumerable pedantic jokes. They also yawned from time to time. Time passed. But no word reached Son Takato from his father, the marshal. “ Takato,” said Sho Sarvit, his superior in the Instru- ments Division, “ you'll have to. go to Earth for those records. I can’t spare time to go myself, and if we leave it to those Terrists theyll ship us everything but what we need. Book the first available flight.” Takato was not sorry to get a break’ in routine. — called Cha answer to 33 “Come in, Tabarni, in Takato’s knock. Takato entered the black siant’s cluttered room. Speci- 21 mens of Tabarni’s passion for artificial biology floated on platforms everywhere. The young Constructor had to be careful, where he placed his breathing globe. Tabarni appeared in the doorway. It looked like liquorice beneath its coating of cleansing fluid. His crim- son beard was stringy and bedraggled. “Why the big wash?” asked the small visitor, seating himself. “Ah, old chum, you may well ask,” rumbled Tabarni, towelling himself vigorously. “Hey there! Watch that phrenic alternator. I do de- clare, Takato, you’re a clumsy one. As clumsy as the day you arrived. And did we get you tight that time! Laugh? Oh, Takato, it was killing...’ He threw back his head and roared with mirth. The words “ Takato.. . it was killing; Takato . . . kill- ing; Takato .. . killing” danced in the young man’s brain. comicloooks.conm