Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 46: what you’re looking at

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THE ENVIED with a prickling of fear in her mind that might have led her to scream if her throat and mouth had been human, she went out for the rest of the day. She went and watched Warren’s office building until he emerged. She followed him. Men and women stood aside to let her pass: some indifferent, some curious, but most of them with envious, resentful faces. Judith followed Warren when he took Deborah out. She remained unwearyingly close to them, unobserved, undistinguished from _ the other Greys who went to and fro. And in the evening, her eyes adjusting automatically io the twilight, she watched as Warren kissed Deborah. Judith studied them. Part of her was detached and analytical. She watched Deborah’s arm moving around Warren’s _ shoulder, and the pressure of Deborah’s fingers on Warren’s back. She saw their eyes closing, and marked the limpness of their oe Es | bodies as they rested in a close embrace. And another part of her was crying out with anguish. Warren had never kissed her, Judith, like that. This was something she had _ never known. And now it was too late. A foolish, simple human affection that meant nothing in the cosmic scheme of things —- a minor animal pleasure that could be dis- carded by a mind capable of abstract thought... but she yearned for it as she had never yearned for it while she was alive and foolish. Too late. WALKING BACK towards the monorail stop, the two of them saw the Grey standing motionless near a group of drunks who were singing bawdy songs about the Greys. , “Another policeman snoop- ing!’ said Warren. “Tt’s not doing any harm,” said Deborah, her arm linked in his. She brushed her head against his shoulder, comiclooks.corn