Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 56 — page 41: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION League, if it existed in fact as well as in rumour, then that, surely, was where his sympathies lay ... Wait, cautioned the small voice within him. Do nothing stupid. Don’t let crazy ideal- ism get the better of you. You’re on the way to getting a particularly brilliant degree and you don’t want to ruin your chances now. Just be- cause you knew this man when he was a boy at school wiih you is no reason to get yourself in the bad books of Security. Have a little sense, ~ can’t you? The visitor looked him straight in the eyes. “You don’t know what to do, do you?” he asked. The student shook his head wordlessly. Then he said: “No. Not altogether. But I’m quite willing to keep you here until morning if that will be any help.” “T’'d be more than grateful if you could.” He stretched out on the couch, yawning. “If you decide you don’t want to have anything to do with me just say so and Pil go.” 40 “No, ‘no. Please stay.” There was a pause. Then the student went on in a softer voice—a hesitant voice. “‘Tell me, Beef,”’ he said, “‘just what is the Heresy League, and— and how do [I join?” Go. Through. Things. Visit. I. Hate. The. State. More and more drum beats; more and more scenes building up out of the pale patches in the darkness and fitting them- selves into place in the swiftly- filling chasm that was the memory of he who lay uncon- scious on the foam cushion couch... It had started with that midnight visit. That had been the point at which the vague . thoughts and ideals of ado- lescence and early manhood were given definite form and were shown to be similar to those of others who were equally antagonistic to the State. The catalyst that brought about this reaction was the student’s old school friend and it was he, too, who explained the intentions, methods and organisation of the Heretics. comiclbooks.conn