Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 49: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION wished to see Judith. He would call here daily for a reply; or she could get in touch with him in any way she chose. It seemed feeble, but he could think of nothing else to do. He went past great tiers of offices, loathing the Greys who ran everything so effici- ently; he passed Greys in the street, and wondered what awful things happened to ordinary human minds to. turn them into such cold, un- loving machines. Once more the sight of the entrances to those exclusive clubs enraged him. The stories and rumours added up again—to what? The inner rooms that gossip spoke of. Gaming rooms, secret confer- ence rooms, places of de- bauchery on a scale unknown to normal human beings... “What does it matter?” said Deborah. It was their first quarrel, and her distress was genuine. “There’s some- thing wrong — abnormal — about your interest in some- one who’s died.” 48 “She hasn’t died. It isn’t the same thing at all.” “As far as were con- cerned, it is,” snapped Deborah. “All this worrying about what happens — it doesn’t help. Can’t you take it for granted that there are two races now? [If life is all right for us, what does it matter what the Greys do? We can live and be happy; we're not persecuted; nobody interferes with us.” “That's a dangerous atti- tude. Besides, what is the point of the secrecy? It’s suspicious, you've got to admit that. What’s it like to be a Grey? Why don’t they tell us?” Deborah pushed back her hair with one _ impetuous hand. She made a wild, be- wildered gesture. “How can we tell? There are some questions that you can’t expect to be answered. You can’t explain. to a two- year-old how an _ atomic motor works. He has to wait until he’s at a stage to under- stand that sort of thing. comiclooks.com