Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 50 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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IT TAKES TWO Terrans. Any cells from a brain dead for less than a couple of hours could be sub- jected to infinitely deep probing, the resultant elec- trical impulses translated into the memories of that brain. And the knowledge in Garfon’s brain, like the know- ledge in Jarril’s, was of utmost importance to the Sokkaths. Jarril resumed his steady regulation tread towards the settlement they had seen just prior to the crack-up. If he had known just how bad Garfon’s knee injury had been he could have been approxi- mately five miles nearer his goal by now. He carried out a strict self-analysis and felt irritation at the discovery that the crash had reduced his own efficiency. ‘The settle- ment would have to provide an ultra-light radio to trans- mit the location of the Sokkath battle fleet to Earth, and then he would demand the full hospitality of the settlement in order to regain his required one hundred per cent. efficiency. A vague un- easiness permeated him at the distasteful knowledge that he was below par, a feeling of guilt and a definite feeling of shame. He was glad that his tutor could not know of the current situation — the thought of the contempt resultant upon _ below - par activity brought a hot flush to his cheeks. And the realisa- tion that he was flushing brought in turn a sickening ache at the amount below par at which he was functioning. He recognised the vicious cycle and deliberately thrust those thoughts away. Immediately that nagging little memory flooded in. Making a careful check of the full horizon, the zenith and all points between with the night filters in position on his glasses gave him some- thing to do. When he was confident that, as far as he could tell, the Sokkaths had not so far picked him up, he allowed the itching memory to ride in full strength. Strangely, it brought peace . and memories... The strongest thing that came back to him was the feel of his prefects’ sash, its gold tassels falling in strict regula- tion length to the top of the comiclbooks.cormn