Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 54 — page 37: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION shouted. He turned to Tutin. “Do you agree with this?” “The administration officer should naturally go with such a party,” said Tutin, coldly contemptuous. Mayo grinned. “All the time I get reprieves. You’re a bright boy, Admans; perhaps you like the air in the Styx?” Admans said nothing. Johnson ‘stumbled along in his armour, sweating and cursing. For him above all, the Styx was a place of un- known horror—a black night- mare heightened by the leaden pressure of the suit on his limbs. “You’re sure these suits are O.K., doc?’ The rough voice held an undertone of panic. “You'll just have to take that chance, Johnson,’ re- plied Admans, briefly. He trudged on through the dark- ness, a few paces behind Mayo and Tutin, who were in the lead. Uppermost in his mind was the wish that he could communicate with Mayo without the other two hearing every word. Whatever 5@ the liaison officer was plan- ning, he was reduced to the role of a spectator. They finally reached the engine room. About a dozen Granellas were in the com- partment. They waited ex- pectantly, having detected the approach of the men on the armour radio wavelength, to which they were attuned. “Go on, Mayo!” shouted Johnson. “‘Tell them what we want them to do and let’s get out of here!”’ Mayo turned slightly, eye- ing the armoured figure and the blaster which menaced him. “You really think it’s that simple, don’t you?’’ he said. “O.K., Johnson, you asked for it. Listen to me, Granellas—this is Mayo, your liaison officer, whom you must obey in all things. My orders are that you shall prepare to turn ship and head back to Earth!” One of the androids de- tached himself from the group standing round the control panel and approached the men, “We cbey you in all things, Mayo officer—but you know we cannot do this,’ he said. comiclooks.corn