Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 97: what you’re looking at

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‘I’m not fated to die yet”’ said the dark stranger. But little did he know Ef WOE TSS os re sete oe LAST JOURNEY by VERONICA WELWOOD HE lean brown chap arrived at the lock at the same time I did; he was a stranger to me, and I thought I’d seen everyone in the colony, but we nodded a greeting as we stepped over the threshold into the evacu- ating chamber and took our suits off the hooks. It’s a damned nuisance having to wear full space-armour on Mars—theoretically, all you really need is an oxygen mask. But just try going out in that dust in ordinary clothes! They even have a triple lock at the city gates: nothing else would keep out the fine red powder that blows gently and eternally over the planet. 96 “You're” new here?” I said, as I helped the stranger on with his helmet. “New here,” he repeated. I think there was a word or two after that, but the air was thin, and wed __ broken physical contact for the moment, moving forward into the next lock. While we waited, I touched my helmet to his. “ Going my way? I’m off to the port —got some work to do on my ship.” I might as well have his company; it’s a long walk, about four miles, and only the nobs can afford any transport but Shanks’ pony. You see, you can’t navigate by land- marks because of the dust— which is like a good indus- comicloooks.com