Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 40: what you’re looking at

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WITHOUT LOVE “That’s telling ’em!” cheered Tiger. “How else would you ex- plain your arrogance, your promiscuity, Why else is the Arena your favourite pastime? You have solved the problem of time- change, but that does not help you one whit in over- coming the problems of your own time-sector. Why?” ““Why ?”’ asked a new voice, and I jumped Mattis before he had a chance to fire. I had been waiting for such inter- ruption, but it had caught him unprepared. _ The aide had come in, followed by four police guards, the prison officer, and Celeste. Celeste came forward. “I went to see you at your quarters, Alcott, and you weren’t there. Then I met this Officer,’ she pointed to the aide, “and we went looking at the prison cells, and we found the two prisoners gone, and then we put four and four together and arrived here. Just in time, I hope.” The guards had disarmed 39 your cruelty? Mattis and me, and now we were standing under guard, our backs to the wall near the big table. “T always told you,” said Celeste, before anyone could make a comment, “that this Teamster was dangerous, more dangerous than any first generation man. Now I hope you'll believe me.” Oh, beware of a woman spurned, I said to myself as I inched toward the table. Alisoun nodded, rubbing her arm. “T’ll certainly re- consider my judgment. As far as these other two are concerned,’ she nodded at Tiger and Mattis, “‘you might as well take them away now.” Celeste had picked up one of the guns. “Oh, let me take care of Alcott. Please, Alisoun, please.”’ | Very, very slowly I reached behind the stack of records and flipped the switch of the *corder that stood in readiness. Alisoun was the first to notice the change. “What have you done now, you devil?” she asked me. Then conicloooks.com