Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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WITHOUT LOVE at the coil for a second and then he knew. That was in- tuition, and intuition pro- vided the basis for the Teams. Fermin, lank and swarthy, was our psychologist. He, too, worked by intuition. Talked with a man for a minute and he could tell what kind of dreams he’d’ be liable to have. Then there was Max, offi- cially our commander, though that didn’t count. for much. His forte was to indicate the direction in which to head, and to apply our findings, pronto. I'll head a car through a brick wall after ’ve looked - around for a while and cal- culated the risks. ‘Max would just have stepped on the gas; he’d have known the risks. He stood about six foot three, blond, rangy, narrow-skulled, of high nervous tension. Then there was Menilissa, our biologist. And myself, Alcott, logician, researcher, contact man. Sturdy, reliable, grey. Even then. Grey with the dust of _ too many books., I’m more 11 grey now; it is quite a strain to have to assert yourself constantly, which is what counts with the New Men. That is why there are so few of us Teamsters still around; so many got themselves killed trying to keep up with the New Men. For the New Men are nothing but a whole Team rolled into one individual. The Teams were combina- tions of individuals of great gifts and intuitive knowledge along one specific line and of an over-all knowledge in allied fields. Thus one Team would know all about, say, human engineering, and their reference man, such as myself, would provide the connection with other Teams. In this manner Old Man overcame the effects of the necessary specialization as science branched and rebranched. New Man on the other hand had an intuitive knowledge about a whole field of allied sciences, that and a sense of in- tegration as instantaneous as, for instance colour perception. This may serve as an illus- comiclooks.conn