Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 56 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION had been a vague, ephemeral dream-voice repeating the man’s name over and over to him in his mind as he came to after the crash. That name, together with information he had gathered from an exam- ination of the contents of his pockets, had led him here, to this room and this man. AndrUz leaned closer to him. “If .you’re wondering whether we can be overheard I can assure you we’re quite safe.”’ Lorens shook his head. “No. No, it’s not that. It’s— OR “Well?” “I—I’ve lost my memory. I crashed in a flycar on my way from Lundn. When— when I came to I didn’t know who I was or where I Was going or—or anything. The only thing I could recall was the name ‘AndrUz’ and— and when I turned my pockets out I found enough informa- tion to lead me here, to you.” “Whats your name?” snapped AndrUz. “‘Uh—Lorens. PorlLorens.”’ “Did you know that when you came to er did you have to look. at your identity tags?” “I had to look at the tags.” AndrUz fetched a null-grav table. “Turn your pockets ut,” he said, briefly. Lorens stared at him. ‘‘But 39 wha... “Turn your pockets out. You came to me for a purpose that I know and you don’t— ' apparently. I want proof that bs) you are the man I was expecting.” Lorens nodded and started emptying his pockets. As he put each article down on the table AndrUz picked it up and examined it. Well 2? iia is “That the lot?” Lorens nodded. “That’s everything except for the credit notes I spent getting here by turbocar after the crash.”’ -: “Did you have any baggage in this flycar?’”’ “Yes, one grip.” AndrUz looked alarmed. “You left it near the wreck?” “No, I brought it with me but checked it in at the multiservis before coming connicloooks.cohn