Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 37: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION does any good talking about if, “You can’t just go on living as though nothing was happening.” No.” But there was something dry and mocking in her tone. He stared at her. He won- dered whether, after all, the sensible thing to do was to ignore the Greys. Let them be dictators, if it didn’t inter- fere with ordinary life. Let Judith be; swallowed up by them, as all the rest had been swallowed up, so long as he was left to talk to Deborah, to draw closer to Deborah, perhaps eventually to make love to her and share his life with her... There was a cry that came to them above the distant music. | Deborah swung round in her seat. Beyond them, along the line of cliffs overlooking the inlet that cut behind the restaurant at this point, a light was flashing. A man struggled on the edge of the cliffs. Two other figures were holding him back — two figures that showed up, as the light grew stronger, as Greys. The struggle was over in a few seconds. The three went away. Within ten minutes the rumours that buzzed from table to table in the restaurant had solidified: the true story had reached the place, and was being bandied about. “Trying to commit suicide!” said Deborah, shaking her head. She lifted her hands slightly from the table, as though feeling drops of rain upon them, and turned her face towards the sky. | ‘‘ Who would want to leave the world on an evening like this?” Her beauty cast a spell on Warren. But it did not com- pletely entrance him. His stubborn realism asserted itself. He said: “You see: they’re every- where. A man who wants to finish with life—perhaps for some overwhelming personal reason—isn’t allowed to do it. Why? Are they afraid he’s 36 * comiclooks.conn