Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 50 — page 43: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION tracking the emanations of the human brain. They had an uncanny ability of record- ing the brain impulses, by using equipment rather like the _ electroencephalograph known and used from primi- tive times on Earth. Only they were capable of picking up the brain rhythms from immense distances. We believe that they could trace the Theta rhythms rather more easily, as these denote a search for pleasure and a frustration and longing, typical attributes of the sel- fish, childish, warring and antagontistic mind.” “You make it sound very interesting. The only trouble is that I know most of that— in a slightly different form, true. We of the Space Navy use mentalarms to blanket our brain impulses “4 “I know. A clumsy and inefficient system. Think of the feed back.” “Yeah,” Jarril acknow- ledged gruffly. ‘““We get head- aches. But the mentalarm works !” Old Ben gestured irrita- tedly, and cuffed a cloud of smoke from before his face. 42 “Let’s not get heated up over the relative merits of the mentalarm or other trivia outside the scope of what I’m telling you. The fact remains that the Sokkaths track human brainwaves—and they track the waves that are re- presentative of hate and antagonism and intolerance. In fact, Jarril, the brainwaves that you emit in your every- day life they can pick up like a single tree in the desert, the emanations that combine to form the war-complex.” “So I was trained for war. So are the Sokkaths. What difference does it make what sort of rhythms your brain emits? The Sokkaths can pick them up if they’re not shielded.” “To backtrack a little,” Ben said, shifting around in his chair so that the en- croaching shaft of sunlight fell short of his head. “The early settlers here strove for the sort of even, smooth men- tality that would have no petty bickerings, no festering grievances, no primeval fears of existence—no ulcer cul- ture, if you like—to prove that if a man’s mind was comicloooks.conm