Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 54 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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THE LESSER BREED farb has ever produced. I don’t expect you to see it my way, but when you’ve worked with androids as long as I have the thing gets in your blood. This assignment was the chance of a lifetime for me. So there were dangers? Hell! A guy could get killed on the milk run to Lunar City.” “And your wife?” Admans, softly. Mayo rose from the bunk and walked over to the other side of the cabin. His back was towards the medic as he answered the question that was the cruel reopening of a festering wound. “God forgive me, that was the one thing I hadn’t counted on.” He turned suddenly, his arms outstretched, pleading. “Nobody knew just what form the change would take. How was I to know that it would be—that? She knew nothing about it, of course. Selfish butcher that I am, I kept the truth from her and told myself that it couldn’t happen to us.” Admans rose. With an im- said he placed a hand on the arm of the taller man. “I understand a lot of things, now, Mayo.” He turned to leave. “‘We’ll let it rest for now, huh? I’ve got to think this thing out.” Mayo watched dully as the door closed behind the medic —thinking of the things that still remained unsaid. Admans walked along the corridor. He was conscicus that the burden Mayo had been carrying was now shifted to his own shoulders. With him lay the power to render the lives, and deaths, of the occupants of the ship entirely futile—or to let them play out the grim comedy to its inevitable end, with their illusions still intact. In either case, his first action must be one which conflicted with his own moral and religious codes. Every human being aboard the Astraventurer must be ren- dered sterile at the earliest opportunity—it was the only way to prevent the flood of nen-viable mutations from pulsive gesture of sympathy ~ rising to a hundred per cent. of 31 ! conmmiclooolkks.com