Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 50 — page 51: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION Even as he saw the firing patterns on the board and knew that they were heading out into space, that vice-like feeling, as thotgh his head was held immovably between two clamps, crushed in on his consciousness. He dropped his gun. He staggered back, tearing at his coverall pouch for his mentalarm which he remembered putting carefully away there when walking through the town. Long before he could with- draw it he saw on the screen stars whirling and dancing, a spreading wash of light that seeped into space where no such light should be and then, with such a shock of revul- sion that his body twisted in involuntary muscle-response, came that familiar crackling feeling of the commind. This time Jarril struggled to pre- vent himself from blacking out. He fell forward against the control panel, hands grasping for support, brush- ing the cold metal, knowing that he must hold on through this mental torture and bring ‘the captives to Earth. He had to. He had to take the secrets of the commind to 50 Earth: not only so that the war could be won for Earth, but to recapture his lost efficiency and to prove that he was fit for the rank of Space Guardsman. That light in space where no such light should be grew brighter around him. The cold, smooth metal of the control panel grew warm. Warm and rough with the eritty, webbed surface of con- crete. The light grew ruddy. Something smooth nestled itself into his palm and, stupe- fied, he looked down, saw through a roaring mist that his hand-gun in some impos- sible way had leaped from the floor and socketed itself back where it belonged. He looked up. Inside the dome the five people were standing regard- ing him with an emotion that he felt subconsciously must be that of pity. He was lean- ing against the concrete dome, with the rectangle of sunlight from the door wash- ing over him and _glinting from the plastic ceiling cover- ing. This was insanity. sheer, stark comicloooks.com