Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 101: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION **Nor I. Look here at some- thing else he ordered.’’ Farak- Ay pointed to a small ap- paratus, a thing of reels and a tiny speaker. He clipped it into a fluted container, a cylinder of gold shining metal. “In here you have recordings of all that old knowledge which was your old self. It is to be left with you, because it is yours, but it cannot bring happiness in your new life. That new life will be what you make it, as Farak said. Here, outside, the world is yours,” The man stood and stretched again. ‘Finish the work you have to do, Farak-Ay,” he said. ““Make me complete, and let me see the sun.”’ Once more, sleep. Then an awakening from the little bower he had built at their command, close to where the ship and the workings had been. He rose and walked in the light of a new day, not 100 looking for the ship, knowing that it was gone, even though he had heard nothing. Now he was complete, but he could not understand how. He came to the place where the ship had been, and the sheds and workings, but. nothing re- mained. The burned look was already fading, and in the centre of the barren patch stood a few fruit trees. He walked round and under them, marvelling. He saw that there was something set in the crotch of one tree, a tree which bore purple fruit. It was a gold shining cylinder with fluted sides. He recognised it. Then he turned and looked behind him, and he gave a cry, and put his hand to his side. She was like him, young and straight and strong, with shining brown hair. She walked to him and stood close, with all in her eyes that man could ever hope to see. *‘Now you are complete,” she said. ““My name is Eve.” conmmiclooks.comn