Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 54 — page 40: what you’re looking at

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THE LESSER BREED androids,” came the voice of Tutin. “Not for young Granella androids,” Mayo said. “‘Meet your colonists, major. These don’t come from the vats— they’re born and they grow, like humans.”’ “That was it, wasn’t it?’ said Admans, excitedly. “‘Goldfarb’s dream, a breed- ing strain of androids—the Granellas. They would never ° have been allowed to live on Earth. But their rigid plexi- plast skin—how can _ they grow encased in that?” “How do anthropods grow?” said Mayo. “At each stage towards maturity the skin is shed and another grown in its place. You saw one of the husks outside the ‘door. As you say, Goldfarb could never have released the news of such a creation on Earth—reactionary groups would have demanded the destruction of the entire pro- ject, possibly even his own death. What he could not give Earth, he decided to offer to the universe.” Admans looked at Tutin. The reactionaries were not confined to Earth. The admin 39 Officer’s voice grated in his ears. “This is madness—the things must be destroyed!” “Don’t try it, Tutin,” said Mayo, urgently. “You couldn’t do them any harm with that pea-shooter, but some of the adults might not be willing to take the chance. We had to build survival and protective drives into the Granellas—no self-perpetuat- ing race could get along without them.” **They’ll overrun the ship!” “‘There’s no fear of that,’ Mayo said. “They are con- ditioned to work in perfect accord with humans, as long as they remain unmolested. There are nurseries like this all around the Styx. Before the Astraventurer arrives at her destination, they will be full of members of this new race. A race, incidentally, more fitted for survival than we weak humans. The Auman passengers will live out their sterile lives in comfort—but the colony in the stars will belong to the Granellas.” The three men walked through the Styx, back to the artificial warmth and safety of the inner shell. connicloooks.comn)