Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 50 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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iT TAKES TVY/O he could logically evaluate and form a definite conclusion and pattern of action. He kicked at the packed sand of the walkways between the domes. The quicker he sent that message and re- gained the calm sanity of the Navy, where people reacted as expected, the better. The calmness that he knew as a matter of routine was com- pletely unlike that compelling blanket of quietness that had enveloped him out there in the sandstorm when he'd fired at Foster and the camel. That sense of well-being, of rightness about the universe, had been with him and erown stronger ever since he had entered the town. Jarril stopped abruptly, and his hand went jerkily to the mentalarm encircling his forehead. What had got into him? Was he cracking up, losing his capabilities ? He was worried about his own brain emitting impulses which might be picked up by the Sokkaths—when _ all around him were people transmitting their own im- pulses broadcast. He had not ho ~I seen a mentalarm in use, nor expected to, in view of the Galactically-known fact that only the fighting men were so equipped with the expen- sive little gadgets. Dis- gustedly, Jarril pulled his mentalarm off and folded it, thrust it into his pouch. His. head felt freer at once. He resumed _ progress, and this time there was another itchy little suspicion floating around inside his head. Whatever these people were like in actuality, he was forming the suspicion that they were nothing like what they appeared to be. Any- way, all those sorts of ques- tions were purely academic beside the urgency of sending the message to Earth. When that had been done he could, if he wished, spend a little time analysing these people and finding out just what lay behind all the amazing para- doxes of their way of life. Finding Jikko’s store was not difficult. There was a weatherbeaten board outside, sand-scoured and warped, with a shakily- painted legend: “‘Jikko’s.” He pushed on the metal door and comicloooks.com