Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 54 — page 99: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION about being a woman? You think I’m like the rest of the morons you've met? Do you think I’d do anything for a woman merely because she is- a woman? Get wise to your- self, Lorna. To me you’re just a lump of flesh and nothing else. Remember that.” “Vou. 33 “Say that again and [’ll smash your teeth down your throat. What’s the matter, Lorna, won’t Jeff play?” “Go to hell!” “We're all going to hell, Lorna, one way or another.” ““You’re a fool,” she said, bitterly. “I’m not just talking of myself; there’s others to consider—the kid, you, me. What is the old man to us? Nobility is all right in its place, but not here, not when we're racing the clock and losing out on every breath. If he died we’d all stand a chance.” “‘We’d stand a better chance if Jeff died; he’s big and uses too much air, ‘Tadiates too much heat.”’ “Leave Jeff out of this, es “Sure, but if we’re talking of survival, let’s face the facts. You mentioned the old man, I mention Jeff. If they both were to die, maybe we’d stand a chance. The old man 98 alone won't make any difference.” “You wouldn’t dare try to kill him.” “Did I say anything about killing? You brought the matter up, not me, but sup- pose you got your own way and only the two of you were left. He’s a big man, Lorna. I’d say that he uses twice as much air as you do, and he isn’t particular how he gets it. Remember the way he hit that woman? If you were the last two alive, could you trust him?” “I think so,” she said, un- certainly. ““He likes me a lot, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.” *No? > “No. 379 “Then you’ve ‘nothing to worry about, have you?” He stretched and smiled into the darkness. ‘‘Forget it, Lorna. You’re tired and worried. Better get some sleep now; things will seem better in the morning.” She left him as silently as- she had come, With the morning came horror. It came with “day,” with the flashing of the single light, and it came with blood and violent death. Prentice was the one who died, his conmicloooks.com