Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 56 — page 117: what you’re looking at

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Sometimes, a scientist’s dreams may become nightmares Symbiosis by GEORGE C. DUNCAN OHN MONTAGUE WAS A J botanist and it was with a sigh that he put on his overcoat, looked quickly round the lab and switched off the lights. He was tired and late, later than he had planned, for in a way he had something to look forward to on this particular night, and he was keen to get home. He drove his car out of the garage and home through the heavy rain. He stopped to buy his usual evening paper from the boy on the corner. “Good evening, Mr. Mon- tague.”’ The greeting was the Same every night, and every night John responded in the same words. ““Good evening, Peter. How are you?” 116 “Can’t complain, guv’nor. Can’t complain.” Then John would get back into his car while Peter would explain to his latest friend. “Nice gentleman, Mr. Mon- tague. Lives in that big house down at the Common. The one with the glass-house at the back that looks like a bit of Kew Gardens. Does Botany.”’ _ “What’s Botany?” his friend would be almost certain to enquire. “Grows plants and things. Like a gardener, but moreso.” Peter would be satisfied with his explanation and his friend would relapse into silence quite content. They would draw back into the shadows and wrap their coats round their unshaven chins comicloooks.com : | ) |