Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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THE ENVIED tween one being and another? All the creatures that came back from Mars and Venus, or the bleak moons of the farther worlds, were Greys: and one Grey looked just like another. There were no per- sonal relationships. There was nothing that was warm and human—or, if there was, it wasn’t shared with the lower classes, the poor down- trodden unfortunates who were still alive in their original flesh and_ blood form. “That building there makes me dizzy,” said Judith, craning her neck and staring up. “It makes me want to fall backwards + “ Be careful! Judith!” Warren gave a_ sudden shout and tried to grab her. But she had stepped a pace back, staggering, and was out over the edge of the paveway as a fast monocar sped round the edge of the square. It was on her in a second, and over her. There was the puff of its brakes, and a 9 babble of agitated conversa- tion. A crowd gathered. Warren knelt beside her, saying: “No, Judith, no,” and touching her face. Blood seeped out from under her summer dress. Everyone else was jostling and talking. But Judith lay still, her face blank, strangely peaceful . . . and quite, quite empty of all that had been there only a few moments ago. The hospital car dropped from the sky, twisting down between the great towers of the square like a falling leaf. Two impassive Greys got out and lifted Judith. Warren said: “I want to come with you.” One of them turned its neatly etched, expressionless face towards him. The rectangular mouth moved. The steady voice, with hardly any inflection, said: “It is not advisable.” * T tell you I want to come. You must try to save her. % “Save her?” said the comiclooks.com