Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 69: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION self: Even a modern space- ship isn’t equipped to react to a death. Besides, Nielson thought, this is probably the first spaceship that has ever experienced a murder. Nielson jerked nervously as a soft chime floated through the ship. His twitch left him staring at Moore’s body. Moore slumped in _ the pilot’s chair, healthy-looking and unmarked. He might have been a tired, sleeping man if it weren’t for the awful staring of the eyes. Nielson turned away and tried to concentrate on the chemical control panels. His untrained eyes found nothing unusual in the combinations of hues. But there would hardly be any effect only a half-hour after the death, he told himself. The chime sounded again, and repeated itself twice. It grated on Nielson’s nerves as if it were a cacophonous jangling. He shook his head, 68 as if to thrust away its echoes, and for the tenth time he told himself : “Tm only human. When Moore discovered that I'd pulled strings to get a berth on this spaceship, he should have accepted the situation, even if he didn’t like it. He should have tried to teach me the things that I didn’t get because I skipped the hypno indoctrination, instead of needling me day after day for being so ignorant about spaceflight. He should have known I might fly off the handle from time to time because I hadn’t gone through the psych adjustment procedures. All that I wanted to do was to get to Mars the easy way and hunt big game there. I didn’t want to cause any trouble.” But Nielson had _ been driven by Moore’s nagging and the maddening monotony of spaceflight and fears of imprisonment upon landing. Nielson had learned enough about the spaceship’s engine to know which screens and comicloooks.com