Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION to men whose colour was not white. All that, said the Greys, had been done away with: yet they maintained those palatial buildings, and no human being had ever been allowed in them. There were tales of orgies, of strange pleasures unknown to the un- sophisticated folk of flesh and blood. There, if anywhere, lay the key to the real activi- ties of the Greys. Such a place was a symbol. Warren said: “ What did you find out?” “TI will not need to go to one yet.” What does that mean? It’s not a question of needing to go. I mean, you’re a Grey now. If you want to walk in 33 “They say that I will not need to go yet. That is all.” He went on questioning her, without result. It was not so much that her replies were evasive as that their terms of reference were some- how not the same. She seemed to be judging his remarks by new standards that had been 30 insidiously established in her mind. Not until he got up to go, feeling baffled and frustrated, did she offer a gleam of hope. “Tomorrow there will be some developments. The classification process, they call a “ T’ll see you in the even- ing, then...” Warren stopped abruptly. He remembered now that he had promised to _ take Deborah Quentin out. He cursed silently. He would have to get out of that. But Judith, apparently un- aware of his hesitation, said calmly : “Not tomorrow. You can- not come tomorrow.” For a moment he wanted to challenge her on this. Then he decided to let it go. Give her a clear day, and she might learn something. If he came back the day after that, she ought to have something to tell him. “Will you still be here?” he asked. comicloooks.conm