Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 36: what you’re looking at

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THE ENVIED mask or breathing apparatus. They swam away from it, but the underwater world had lost its charm. Within a few minutes they surfaced and made for the nearby shore. Noise struck down at them once more. Silence was left behind in the clouded, twilit deeps; here on land there was music and laughter, and a determination to have a good time. The Greys had made all this possible: the Greys had organised the world so that men worked short hours and played long hours; the Greys had _ provided the leisure and opportunity for new sports, new pastimes, news ways of getting the best out of life. If, thought Warren yet again, you didn’t ask too many questions. They sat in one of the open-air restaurants at the farthest edge of Stellar Park. The music was not too ageressive here. Deborah said: “It’s been a delightful day.” 35 “T’ve enjoyed it,” he ad- mitted. “But you’re still brooding over something.” “TI can’t help it. This sort of thing—all this amusement —it’s only a distraction, isn’t it?” CEs abe? “The Greys like to keep us happy with this sort of thing while they get on with the real business of life.” Deborah fingered her lip. The early evening shadows fell across her. face and gave it an added mystery, and, at the same time, an added melancholy. She said: “What is the real business of life? You don’t think their benevolence might be genuine?” “Do you think so?” he countered, and went on brutally: “ What about your father? Look how he wanted to get in with them. What does it all add up to?” ‘IT don’t know.” She sipped at her drink and looked at him over the edge of the glass. “I’m not sure that it comiclooks.com