Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION HE small group of grey T figures had marched solemnly across. the paveway in front of them, and had been snatched away in a fast helicar. Now they were left with that familiar feeling of resentment. The arrogance of those grey creatures—their remoteness— . their indescribable aura of autocratic indifference... Warren said : “‘ If we could only find some way of getting at them! If only there was just one of them on our side.” “But there isn’t,’ said Judith. “Or if there is, the rest of them take darned good care that there shan’t be any contact.” “I don’t believe there’s even one of them who'd help us,’ said Judith gravely. “Once you become a Grey, you lose all interest in your old friends.” Her voice was always grave in just that thoughtful, gently melancholy way. Warren glanced down at her as she turned her smooth, solemn little face towards him; and, not for the first time, he thanked his lucky stars that he’d got a girl with some in- telligence instead of one of those bright giggling creatures who was always in pursuit of a good time. A: good time ... when the human race was being gradually throttled by the domineering Greys! It didn’t bear thinking of. The two of them stepped off the moving paveway at a junction, and waited for the intersection belt to start up again. While they waited, two Greys came out of the | massive building on the other side of the carriageway and stood for a moment at the top of the steps. Warren put his’ hand lightly on Judith’s arm and directed her attention towards those impassive figures. ‘'That’s one of their exclu- sive clubs,” he said in a low voice. “What do they get up to in there? Why are they so afraid of letting the rest of us find out?” These were not new ques- comiclooks.conn