Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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WITHOUT LOVE Teamsters, the Old Men, had created and bred them. But when they turn on the con- descension and the tolerance I get mad. I’m a New Man, too, honorary, as a reward for my services. I’m a citizen of their world with all the rights and privileges thereto pertain- ing, but in their eyes I’m only a second class citizen. I took the manager aside and told him exactly what to do with his record, and in particular where to stick it. I must have raised my voice some for Celeste was grinning broadly when I came back. She said: “May I have the honour of your escort back to the Palace ?’’ | Surface formality, typical of the New Man. I had half a mind to tell her off also, but then I reconsidered. It wouldn’t get me anywhere, this running around like a bear with his tail in a trap. Formality and condescension, sure, the mask of a person as yet unaccustomed to his power and position; a child’s formality, masking uncertainty and avid interest and a desire to do the right thing. A new toy pre-occupied them im- mediately and completely, un- til they grew tired. But first they played with it, without fear or regard for the toy’s desires. Celeste wanted to play with me. Celeste was young and beautiful. Celeste was a New Man, Woman, rather. I had a couple of scores to even with the New Men/Women. I bowed. “T’d be delighted, fair lady.” Formality. Women, Old or New, are alike in the make-up of their characters. Celeste was in- quisitive. So Il was a Teamster, huh? Had I been in many fights ? “You’re thinking of Com- bat Teams,” I. said. “‘I was in an H.E. Team, human en- gineering.” “Oh!” On a descending scale. | “But, it was our Team which created the first New Man.” comiclooks.conn