Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 56 — page 124: what you’re looking at

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SYMBIOSIS I'll finish off the ones with the motor cells.” John didn’t tell his friend of the sensations he ex- perienced while he finished the work on the specimens which would introduce move- ment to the final synthesis. He told himself that he must be objective and scientific. He wondered if it was auto- suggestion or if he suffered from an unusual form of extra-sensory-perception. His arguments and explanations to himself were all unsatis- factory. Every one was broken when he found that by the mere recognition of the col- lected plants as an entity the feelings disappeared. The next twelve months saw the end to the mere mixing of genes, chromosomes and species. The final plant would be a shrub with dark green and fleshy leaves, not far removed from those of the cactus but without its spines. The flowers would be not unlike those of a lily, and the fruits would be large and highly nutritious. The 123 pollen sacs of the flowers would rest inside the top of the largest petal and be easy to get at, but the stigma would, be deep in the flower, surrounded with large honey sacs which would be the plant’s contribution to the human partner. 9 The dark brown pea-sized seeds lay on the bench and the three men hung over them. The result of years of effort. “T think we will go straight to the tree product and not wait to produce the shrub,” John said. “Why not wait and let the shrub develop _ before reaching too far ahead? It will give us a chance to get to know it before we are faced with something we can’t control,” George suggested. “Oh, no, we needn’t worry about the question of control,” John broke in. “Every step has worked out ideally according to the theory. If we are right, as I connicloooks.com