Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FLCTION weight of the propaganda that would be used against her: “You’re not going to give in to them. You’re going to be stubborn. You’re going to remember that you are a human being and that your duty is to the human race.” “Yes,” said the level mono- tone. He left her in a mood of bewilderment, not sure whether he had achieved any- thing—or nothing. Warren was. sunk in thought as he made his way down the corridor towards the lift. He stepped through the door automatically, pay- ing no attention to the other figure that entered behind him. It was the sound of a quiet sob that aroused him. He glanced up. His companion in the smoothly-dropping lift was not, as he had assumed, a Grey, but a young woman of about his own age. He said uncomfortably : “ Anything I can do?” 22 “Nothing,” she said through her tears. “Someone you’re fond of? Til?” She nodded, then shook her head. “ He doesn’t call it being ill, though. None of them do. He’s glad it’s hap- pened.” Warren stared, then light dawned on him. “ You mean someone has gone over to the Greys?” ““ My father.” “Oh! Ym sorry.” “He’s not,” she said with sudden vigour. “ He’s not at all sorry. For years he’s been longing to reach the end of his ordinary life and go in with the Greys.” The lift halted, and the doors slid back. The two of them stepped out into the great hall, and instinctively fell into step, walking together across the smooth expanse towards the main entrance. Greys plodded silently about them. At the top of the steps, Warren hesitated. He could not bear to go off alone into comicloooks.conn