Pulp Fiction, 1956 · page 125 of 162
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(78% AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION Sam Garnet says the inter- national hotpot is due to boil over. Sam Garnet says that even if it doesn’t the Creep will kill off humanity. And Sam Garnet says that when either eventuality has more or less got rid of mankind, the Men From Mars will take over and finish the job. Quote: ‘The three- pronged spear of death has been loosed. You are the quarry, you are the target.’ Unquote.”’ Garnet drowned a new stub in a new pool of beer, lit another cigarette and said: **T didn’t call them Men From Mars.” The girl curled her lip. “Might have been better if you did. That could’ve been laughed off. But you had to quote authenticated sources. You had to name the astro- nomers who had studied the Things circling Earth and repeat their findings publicly. You had to satisfy your sadistic ego by telling every- body how fast the Things moved, how high they were, how many there were and what you thought they were snooping in our bailiwick for. I'll say it again—you’re a no-good stinking louse!”’ ““Maybe you're right,”’ Sam said. He got up and went over to the bar. Harry had his drinks’ ready before he reached it. “I could hear her,” the barman sympathised. “‘Don’t women get steamed up!” “Only women, Harry? Aren’t you worried?” “About the other side? No, they won’t start any- thing. Not unless our side does so first.” “What about that thing?” Sam pointed a beer glass at the Creepmeter hanging near the door. Harry frowned when he saw the position of the needle. He went across and tapped the glass face of the meter. The needle was rock- steady, three points below the red line. , a “Funny youshoulddo that,”’ Sam said. “‘When I told every- body to look at their Creep- meters this morning, I thought of calling them the barometers of human folly. Glad I didn’t —it’s corny.” Harry didn’t hear him. Still frowning, he said: “I think 124 comiclbooks.corn