Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 54 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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THE LESSER BREED beating your brains out? That’s just the way things are.”’ Mayo sneered. “‘You’re as bad as the others. Look at the androids—they’re stronger, more adaptable, and in their own fields, equally as intel- ligent as a human. On the first two counts alone, they have a far higher survival rating than us.”’ “Yes, I know all that stuff,” interrupted Admans. “It goes on—if they could breed, natural selection would wipe out the human race in a few hundred years. You ALO’s are all the same, carrying your own crosses and digging your own graves.” “Sorry, Mark. Maybe I do get boring at times,” said Mayo, in a quieter tone. “But that Tutin gets in my hair. He’s been trying to talk me into letting him have a direct hookup with the engine room —says there is too much chance of error in the system of passing all orders to me for relay to the androids. I think one of the cybernetics boys must have been talking to him about information loss—but it’s not quite the same thing when you're dealing with 11 androids. How do you ex- plain anything to a clown like that? He’s not trained to handle the. Granellas—that’s my job.” Admans frowned. Mayo might be drunk, but he was right. Android liaison officers were trained at the Goidfarb laboratories, alongside the group of androids they were intended to direct. Mayo had known the Astraventurer’s Granellas since the moment they were removed from the vats. And incorporated in the taped information that had been fed into the tabula rasa of their minds was a prime directive of obedience to his orders. Any attempt to usurp Mayo’s authority could have dangerous consequences. “Even Tutin couldn’t be that stupid,’ Admans said. “Forget it, Charley. ve got troubles of my own.” Mayo looked up sharply. ‘*‘Another mutation ?”’ Admans nodded. “I ex- aminedanother woman today, and it was the same story. The project is finished. This thing, whatever it is, w'Il affect us all. I told Tutin that if he comiclooks.conn