Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 54 — page 39: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION project! Tell him, Mayo, for God’s sake. Show our heroic conqueror of the stars what he really is!” “This is not the place,” said Mayo. Ignoring the weapon that menaced him, he started to walk across the engine room, towards the door that led to the android living quarters. One of the Granellas moved to bar his passage. “Don’t worry, Granella,”’- said the liaison officer. ““We shall not harm them.” Admans stiffened. “Stop, Mayo!” shouted Tutin. Admans moved. forward. “Do yourself a favour, sol- ‘dier—listen to somebody else for once,” he said, softly. *“You’ve still got the equaliser —what have you got to lose?” Tutin hesitated for a mo- ment—then he and Admans followed the liaison officer through the door. They waiked along the dimly lit corridor. “Thanks, Mark,” said Mayo. “Maybe I was a bit unfair to you when we had that little talk—but I wasn’t ready to disclose the full story at that time. The way things are now, I think it’s 38 better we should all know where we stand.”’ Several yards along the corridor they came to a sec- ond.door. On the floor nearby lay something which reflected the lights of the armoured men. Admans stopped and examined the thing. Made of some sort of plastic material, it had a shape that was vaguely human—but it was a mere shell. “Don’t worry about that,” said Mayo, pushing the door open. The medic and the admin officer followed him inside. “You remember I said that the Granellas were something pretty special? That was no exaggeration, as you can see. Goldfarb knew project Astraventurer would never establish a colony—so he felt quite justi- fied in planning a project of his own.” Admans looked around at the inhabitants of the room— and found that he had no words. Behind the glass of Mayo’s helmet he could see the wide, fanatical, brown eyes. “But they’re too small for — comicloooks.comn