Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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When you try to turn a team into an individual you must remember that there is no teamwork— N ad-car went yodelling A by. Something about the fights in the Cen- tral Arena, fights, bloody fights, tonight. In that same arena I nearly helped kill the man who might have been my son. Yes, the New Men were barbarians all right, Roman style—panem et circenses, bread and games—but bar- barians still. They had formed an adaptive, highly regulated society based on the achieve- ments of the Old Men. Ah, well, in another generation or so there’d be nobody around to know they were barbarians. They'd be the norm. Without Love by RICK STRAUSS Then I shook my head. Wrong, I told myself, doubly wrong. They are the norm, even now, and you, you're ~ just a fusty old relic of an unenlightened past. But I couldn’t forget what the New Men had done to me and my friends and some day, I swore an oath, I would get even with them. Bah, futile dreams! I pinched my- self deliberately to get my mind off a bitter subject. I was standing in front of a music store and I went in to ask whether they had the third record of Stragaski’s Concerto in A Minor, which I had somehow lost. Stra- comiclooks.conn