Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 139: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION Max was unusually and insanely tenacious. He came crawling back to Gibb’s side. “It’s for all our sakes,’ he pleaded. With his eye, Sam dared him to come any closer, and Max had to wait impatiently while Sam felt over the chauffeur and listened at his chest. Without a word, Sam refolded Gibb’s coat across the body. Before he stood up he put a hand into the upper pocket of the coat. “Is it the disc?’ asked Max, eagerly. ““Are we safe? Or has it changed colour?” “It’s changed,’ said Sam. He handed the blood-stained disc into Max’s outstretched paw. When he got to the bar, he told a surly Harry: ‘Find me a drink. I feel sick.’ The girl was near him. To her he added: “‘That’s the kind of man I’ve been leasing my talents to. Can you wonder that I finally revolted as I did this morning?” Harry brought two drinks, one of them for the girl. She took hers and drankit. ““How’s Sam was more in the mood for looking at his glass than drinking its contents. ‘Poor basket, he isn’t. Not yet.” ‘Is there anything I could do?” *“You? No. There’s nothing any of us can do. He’s still breathing—slightly. I think his ribs are stove in and he’s bleeding inside.’ Sam gripped his glass tightly, continuing: *“‘And all that ox could think about was his Creepdisc.”’ Harry was rubbing his arm, which was not broken after all. He asked, gruffly: “‘What did the disc say? Don’t get ruffed at my asking, but we'd all like to know what’s going on. Wouldn’t we, miss?” The girl shivered. She said: “Was it all clear, Sam ?”’ *“The paint was gummed up with blood. Impossible to tell. Anyhow, the radiation level was over the mark days ago on a true-reading Creepmeter. A day or two more at that intensity and we’d have been dead. What’s a few more gammas?” Harry and the girl both the chauffeur?’ she asked. shuddered. “‘It may have been “Is he—dead?”’ only an H.E. bomb,” Harry conmmcloooks.comn