Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 63: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION “Tt certainly won’t, if folk like you sit about doing noth- ing. I wish I knew what the Greys were up to. If I were a man, I’d want to break their power once and for all. If you had any pride...” He remembered Judith, and all that Judith had im- plied about her twilight world. Yet now it did not seem so frightening. It did not even seem true. How could he be sure that it wasn’t all nonsense? The Greys were always handing out propa- ganda designed to soothe people and keep them from rebelling. He wondered whether to tell Deborah what Judith had told him—he had never men- tioned it to her—and then realised how absurd it would sound. Of course it was absurd. He must have been a fool ever to have believed it, even for a moment. He had been a coward. The sight of a Grey in the street became once more a source of bitterness. He 62 joined the Human Rights Association, and became one of their most virulent cam- paigners. Anger at his own eullibility drove him on to more and more vigorous attacks on the Grey over- lords. He was one of the leaders in the armed uprising that took place on the first day of the great Interplanetary Con- ference in the metropolis. It was put down without much trouble by the Greys, and the only casualties were those men who, in the struggle on the steps, fell and were trampled to death. Warren was one of the victims. As death came to him, he thought, with a strange mixture of panic and exultation: Now I= shall know. Now Ill see what these dictators are like, and what sort of autocratic lives they lead. But I won’t be like the rest of them. I’ll be loyal to the human race. No inducement will tempt me to be really one of them. Nothing. Now I shall see... comiclbooks.com