Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 50 — page 109: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION can be no developed Will.” The other regarded him with wide blue eyes that gazed intently from under a fringe of tousled fair hair. If Gwun had not known that he was facing a member of the most advanced race on the planet he would have thought that he had not been understood. Why even a Blyp chick fresh from its shell would have shown more interest. “On my report as senior member of the Field Operat- ing Section of the Supreme Council of the Multiplicity of Wills, the decision will be taken as to whether or not your planet should be taken over. My report will, of course, be favourable. I can’t see your race ever creating a threat to the Great Will. —~ *““My only worry is that the Council may doubt the accur- acy of my report. Conditions here are too good to be true, and your astoundingly low level of awareness is such a unique quality that——’”’ He broke off and a slow 108 prugle spread across his voosh. “‘But of course, the solution is simple. I shall take you back with me so that the Council may study you. “Relax your mind and let my Will take complete charge. You will find it quite simple. Now, come along with me.” ‘“‘Shan’t,”’ said the other, after a moment’s pause. And Gwun felt his reason totter. He had already begun to kadth and his body had grown quite tenuous when this unexpected defiance snapped hin: back to solidity in a most undignified manner. It was not the act of de- fiance that had so shaken Gwun; many had defied him, briefly, before. It was the totally unexpected blaze of Will that had accompanied the word. For a moment Gwun was at a loss. Had that amount of power come from this low form of life? Could such a powerful Will exist without awareness ? He took a firm grip on himself. If he began to doubt comicloooks.com