Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 77: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION disappeared into the space between the inner and outer hulls. The gap in the hull closed. Nielson, firmly held to the hull by magnetism, was alone in outer space. Suddenly fearing that the least movement would send him floating away from the ship, Nielson lay on his back like an _ overturned turtle. The stars burned through the transparent facepiece of his spacesuit. They were like evil little sparks, more searing and fierce than the friendly, twinkling stars he had seen from Earth. Inaudibly, a relay clicked somewhere in the ship. The magnetic force that held him pinioned to the Perseus altered. The reversed force pushed, first at Nielson’s head and shoulders, then at his back and hips. He rose in- voluntarily,. stiffly, like a corpse himself, unable to resist the spaceship’s efforts to put him onto his feet. The repulsive force ended only when he stood erect. Only a 76 mild attractive force kept his spaceboots against the outer hull. Turning his eyes down- ward to the dark hull, to avoid looking at the prickling star-sparks, Nielson forced himself to try to walk. No need for caution, he knew. The manual said that the whole setup was foolproof. He could break half of the circuit by lifting one foot, but the other foot wouldn’t come loose until he put the first foot down again. That let him walk to the evacuation point without flying off into space. Wetting dry lips, Nielson stalked in a weird goosestep toward the life-rocket’s firing port. It was only ten feet away. But every pore in his body was streaming with per- spiration and his legs were stalks of jelly when he reached it. Grateful for something to do, Nielson fumbled with the patent lock device on the outer portion of the firing comiclooks.cormn