Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 38: what you’re looking at

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THE ENVIBD deliberately trying to join them? Or are they afraid he’ll damage his brain and be unfit for their ranks?” “You can never leave the topic alone, can you?” sighed Deborah. He felt suddenly contrite. He ordered more wine, they danced, and when he had taken her home through the glowing streets of the city he kissed her—tentatively, in a way that made her chuckle affectionately and say : “You’re rather nice, Warren. I’m quite alarmed when I think how nice you could be if you weren’t so serious.” He thought a lot about her that night after he had left her, and a lot about what she had said. But next day he was think- ing about Judith again. He went off in a mood of grim determination to the Train- ing Wing where she had said she would be. They told him he could not see her. He argued, and they were polite but firm. 37 ‘““'You’re keeping her away from me!” he shouted, losing his temper. They told him that it was Judith’s own wish. She did not wish to see. him. He would not believe it. But they remained polite and firm and blankly unco-operative; and he went out into the sunshine swearing that he would find her somehow. He scowled at Greys who passed him on the steps: someday, somehow, he was going to break their secret world of dictatorial privilege wide open. JUDITH WALKED past Warren as he went out. She still found it hard to believe that no one would recognise her. She was no more than a few feet from Warren, and all he did was scowl at her. How long was it going to take her to get used to this sensation of impersonality? All the knowledge and emo- tion and memory that had once been Judith’s were still comicloooks.conn