Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION here, but I didn’t believe it. I thought better of you than that.”” Then she glanced past my shoulder and saw Celeste arising from the floor in wrath. ““What did you do to my sister?” “Your sister?” ““Yes, my sister!” “JT thought she reminded _me of someone I knew. Some- thing in her manner.”’ Celeste called: “Do you know what this ill-mannered brute did to me?” “‘What did you do to her?” The Dianotrix was sparking with jealousy. “J gave her the brush,” I said, and left them standing. The last thing I heard was the Dianotrix saying ‘He is learn- ing to assert himself, isn’t he? I may have some use for him yet.”” And she didn’t sound particularly angry any more. Learning—what was I learn- ing? To behave as arrogantly as the New Men? Sure, walk in mud and you get dirty. But would that admit me to their society with full status, would that make me less lonesome for the companionship that united the Teams, for the love that held them together? Love! That certainly was missing in the New Men’s emotional make-up. Love? Why was it missing? In my room I kept a file of old records from the days of the Teams, taken directly from the torkle coil during our meetings. I also kept there the little disc that I had brought away with me from the tomb, that day Tiger and I were out at Rosemont cemetery. So now I played the excerpts that constituted the essence of Menilissa. I played the old recordings and found out where the excerpts fitted in, and how. Then I put through a call to the Central Library where they kept transcripts of all ' the meetings and legislative sessions of the New Men. I had them put some of those records on the wire and played those also over and over again. I compared the three. I found out what the comicloooks.conm