Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 54 — page 49: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION blacklisted me—I couldn’t get hired anywhere on those terms now.” ‘“Never mind, little man, I'll hire you. I’ve noted some of your bright ideas and I’m disappointed at the way you let °em peter ovt. You keep leaving me up in the air. It’s like reading thrillers with the last chapter torn out. Resign from the college tomorrow. Vil send you a monthly cheque sufficient for all your needs, and loan you a house— one I designed myself, centred about the best laboratory you ever saw. You can stay there -as long as you like.” “This is—rather breath- taking, Mr. Sweet. What are the conditions?” “Simply that you prepare full and exact reports on all your experiments and have them ready to show any time I call—which won’t be too often.” “Can this be really true?” Tyler asked of himself. It was true. Amazingly true. The very next day Sweet showed him over the house, set in a quiet and leafy boulevard. It was a three- 48 storey erection, spacious, and perfectly cylindrical. At the heart of it was a tall cylin- drical lab, with fine benches of polished wood, gleaming white sinks, glass-fronted shelves of apparatus, power points and gas faucets, elec- tronic gadgets, a projector microscope. It was a research man’s Utopia. Corridors and stairways wound around the outer walls of the lab leading to bed- rooms, spare rooms, a lounge, a technical library, a dark room, and enough usual offices to make a _ house agent’s eyes light up. Each room was equipped with a robot cleaner which sucked the dust away in a few short gulps. Every fitting shone with permanent polish. Heating was electrical. There were self-making beds and electrically drawn window curtains. No housework was necessary. Tyler could devote himself wholly to his own work without interruptions from servants. “If there’s anything you need beyond this for your work, little man,’ Sweet told him, “ring Parkside 2195— comiclooks.com