Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 79: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION thing inarticulately, threw an arm over his face to shut out the fires of the blinding disc, and turned abruptly back to the dark side of the craft. The moment of looking at the sun had left an angry white after-image on Niel- son’s retina that refused to fade. Shaking his head, try- ing to drive it away, he fumbled his way back to the airlock. Two more steps and he might have gone blind, he told himself. Nielson was kneeling into the prone position that would activate the airlock mechan- ism when something tapped him on the shoulder. He threw a startled look around. The _ spaceship, rotating slowly, had brought the sun near its far edge. A ray fleshed through the trans- parent life-rocket and turned into incandescence Moore’s awful face, floating and weaving ten feet above Niel- son. , Nielson screamed. The scream, trapped in the space- 78 suit, set up a resonance that bit and battered at his ear- drums. He batted at the life-rocket, like a pygmy try- ing to ward away a friendly elephant. It drifted away at his blows, landed on the hull with a_ soundless_ clang, bounced away again, and floated toward Nielson again. Forgetting the airlock in panic, Nielson started to run. The safety factor in his boots tripped him before he had taken two strides. He fell flat onto the airlock. The mechanism activated in- stantly. Nielson felt himself sliding along the hull, into the spaceship, while the baffled life-rocket hovered over its escaping prey. He fainted then. Nielson woke with a foul taste in his mouth and a hammering within his skull. He was lying on the cabin’s floor, where the airlock mechanism had unceremoni- ously dumped him. The air within the spacesuit was so comicloooks.com