Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION: of paper bearing three sen- tences. “you INTRIGUE me, Hunt,” thought Dakers, focussing his attention on a glass some three metres away. It floated from the table into his hands. “What I think is all too true,’ continued Hunt, lying back in his chair, his eyelids closed. “The boy is a phe- nomenon.” He sipped his drink and went on thinking. “Whether he is an ape or a genius I don’t know.” “This boy,” signalled Dakers. “I don’t think I’ve met him.” “Possibly not,” replied Hunt. “His father dumped him in here at the beginning of the term. The Head asked me to tutor him and help him catch up with his corps. He wasn’t here a week before he was abreast of the other boys —in some things.” “Where does the problem arise?” asked Dakers. He passed a hand over his glass and the liquid became cloudy and cold. 33 8 The electronics master sat forward in his chair. His florid face was grave. He lowered his thoughts and transmitted : “ This boy, this Takato. One can only call him a peace lover.” There was a_ shocked thoughtless interval in the study. ““What, precisely, makes you think that?” signalled Dakers. The glow of friend- liness had gone from his mind. He had slipped back: into his role of College Thought Guardian. ‘Come, man. Think out!” Thought Hunt: “The other evening young Takato had just finished punishing my brains after a strenuous tutorial. There were sheets of integrals and vectors all over the table. We stopped work and began to think of various matters—the ball game, the rocket ramp pro- ject, the satellite rebellion 3 Dakers’ negroid features took on a look of keen antici- pation. connicloooks.comhn