Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 54 — page 63: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE PICTION never really possess women. They suffer me, at a price. In short, you murdered me.” There was a pause. Then Tyler said, hesitantly: “I’m truly sorry. I meant well. The things Sparks and I conditioned you to fear were dangerous things which might have harmed you. Perhaps we overdid it. As for the glands— I still don’t know what went wrong there. We were trying to lengthen your life.” Sweet snorted. “‘Lengthen it—you took it, you blunder- ing fool! Why can’t your sort leave things alone ?”’ “We only try, for the good of us all, to learn what it’s all about.” “So you cut open the guts of living dogs to see again what you’ve already seen a thousand times. You play these imbecilic games with rats and mice and rabbits’ legs—what fool trick were you playing with those rab- bits’ legs? I watched you. What were you trying to learn ‘for the good of us all,’ little man?” “T don’t know. Something might have come of it.” 62 “Rabbits’ legs?’ sneered Sweet. *““Why not? Remember the twitching frogs’ legs—and Galvani. That brought the discovery of electricity. Re- member the tiny patch of mould Fleming became curious about—and discov- ered penicillin.” “And remember Watt and the boiling kettle!’ jeered Sweet loudly. “Galvani, Flem- ing, Watt—they didn’t rob a baby of its birthright. But you did.” He thumped the bench heavily. “What you did to me can’t be defended——” An ill-balanced jar of yel- lowish fluid was shaken off its high glass shelf by the thump. It fell like a bomb onto an- other jar standing on. the bench which he'd a brownish- red liquid. Both jars shattered. And liquid fire spurted and ran—aniline and fuming nitric acid make a flaming union, always. Tyler’s clothes were splashed. They caught. He screamed and tried to run out of the cul-de-sac. A moving hedge of fire hemmed him in. He ran back and forth, trapped, tortured. conmcloooks.com