Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 81: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION Jon Pol paused, looked through the open door to the jungle. “T have much to do before I complete my theory, but you will begin to see how interesting the situation be- comes. Man is inescapably tied to this planet—but he can control his destiny by sending a ship into the past and so creating a new future.” Peters said: “And what about us?” “You?” The man from the twenty-second century did not - seem very interested. “‘This is the age of giant reptiles and the chances of your survival are small unless you have the weapons to deal with them. I suggest you find a cave to live in.” He went through the door and down the ladder and disappeared into the jungle. Peters closed the door. There was a long pause. “Larry! Get hold of your- self, man—we’re in a mess and we’ve got to decide what’s best to do.” Forman stirred himself, but 80 his thoughts were with Mar- garet. If she existed. If another future had not replaced the one they had left... ““We’ve got to——” Peters broke off. Ouuside, the jungle shook. A hideous screech was followed by a sound that suggested several trees had been torn apart. Something lumbered into view, huge, scaly, clawed .. . “A tyrannosaurus!” The giant reptile towered over the spaceship. Peters saw an ugly head and red, flaming eyes. It smashed its way to- wards them, preparing to strike... Peters had no time to think of consequences. He fired the rockets. Up into a bright blue sky— and darkness. Watch the gyro- scope turn through one hun- dred and eighty degrees. And down again—down to an Earth waiting to receive the visitors from the future, wait- ing to give the wheel of chance one more turn. Down to an Earth still molten. comiclooks.cormn