Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 52 — page 65: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION what you represent. He doesn’t know that himself as yet, but he will. Pll make sure that he does. He hates you be- cause you represent the very thing he’s been trying to escape all his life. He hates you because, to him, you are the overcrowded cities, the poverty, the worry, the jobs he doesn’t want to do and the nastiness he wants to avoid. You are civilisation. You are the enemy.” *“Nonsense!”’ “Is it? Why do you think men leave home? It isn’t to open new frontiers but to escape from what they hate. That’s what we’re doing, all of us. That’s why we volunteered for space; not to spread the culture of man but to get away from the insane rat-race back home. All of us carry that dream, and all of us hope that, somewhere, someday, we shall find paradise.”” He gestured towards the sky, the forest, the tall shapes of the trees. “And here we have found it. Here, on Hyperon, we have found the very thing for which men have been searching from the beginning of time. A place to rest. A place of warm comfort and relaxation. And, now that we’ve found it, do you think that we could ever give it up > a “I don’t believe it,” said Williams, slowly, and yet deep within him something admitted the truth of what Hermitage had said. He had volunteered for the Academy to escape the harshness of the orphanage. He had volun- teered for space to get away from the sneers of his fellow officers, the unspoken gibes and cold indifference of those to whom he was an outcast. And he had even volunteered to land on Hyperon against all sense and logic, to escape being sent back home to Earth. And now? “What of the sick?” he said, quietly. ““The others?” “T’ll take care of them.” **And Earth?” “Forget Earth. Hyperon is our world now. This is the haven we have subconsciously comiclooks.corn