Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 56 — page 38: what you’re looking at

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STRANGE SUICIDE more pressure. “Go on,” he whispered hoarsely. “‘Admit that you hate the State. Say: ‘I hate the State’.” He groaned as the pain increased. Then: “J—I hate the State.” The other slackened his grip.’ “That's” “better,” ‘he grunted. “Now promise you won't tell anyone that I made you say it.’ The grip tight- ened once again. “Ow! I—I promise.” “Say: ‘By God I promise’.”’ He shuddered. If any of his tutors should hear him! ““By— by God I promise.” “Thats better. I knew you’d think the same way as me. When I grow up I’m going to start a revolution.” He felt his arm suddenly released and he stretched it tentatively down to his side. It ached, but that was all. “Are you really?” he asked. There was a certain amount of awe in his tone. “By God I am,” said the big boy. “I’m going to be a free man! And listen—if I ever whisper ‘I.H.T.S.’ to you, then you’re to whisper 37 the same back to me. Un- derstand ?’’ *“LAVES.T he: asked. puzzled “I Hate the State, of course. Silly!’ Go. Through. Things. Quickly. I. Hate. The. State. Go. Through. . . The drum beat. And another scene: He was in his room in one of the great Dormblox that lay behind the Central Re- search Institute. He was twenty-one years of age and had been studying at Central for just over seventeen months. The blue light above his door blinked suddenly and the buzzer buzzed its toneless announcements at the silent room. He pushed the button of his autoscanner and the screen that had been showing him page 167 of FeLsingr’s “Typical Psycho-Neuroses of Rocketship Crews’ went blank. Who on Terra could be buzzing him at this hour? He went to the door of his comiclooks.corn