Pulp Fiction, 1955 · page 29 of 146
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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION in revolt against the system— against (she hardly dared think the word)—the State. Far from it. He had always been so careful, so righteous, so incredibly pro-State in all his views. And that in itself had made her suspicious. No one could be so content with the system as it stood unless they were insane, or unless... Unless they were carefully giving out the impression of being pro-State for a specific reason. And then there were the long periods he spent away from home, working in his laboratory. She knew full well that he was a busy man, but recently he had apparently ‘had more work to do in a week than most men had in a month. And then there was... She shook her head violently in an attempt to drive away the haunting thoughts, the thoughts that kept leading her to think of her husband as something other than a State-respecting citizen, some- thing more than a neuro- physicist and IntlectUl Class A. The tendril-fires of the three 28 kiksules she had taken threaded their way through her, giving her new life, new energy, banishing the fear- thoughts and hastening posi- tive images to those mind- pockets where doubts and hesitances had previously held sway. The murals. The murals for the GlazgO Psycho-Genetic Institute. She had to get the roughs finished before the end of the week, and she had barely started work on them. She was halfway across the room, heading for her studio, when the voicelok on the hall door announced that she had a visitor. “Who is it?’’ she asked, her voice high, quavering. “A Mr. Kristofr, madam,” the voicelok told her, relaying her visitor’s words in its own metallic and un-musical tones. **An over-inspector from Scot- yard. He wishes to speak to you about Dr. Jaksn’s death.” “Please open the door and ask Mr. Kristofr to come inside,” said Dr. Jaksn’s widow, her heart pounding. The voicelok announced a formal greeting and admitted comiclooks.cormn