Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 61: what you’re looking at

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”. AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION nightfall to a mind-reeling tremendousness of far-calling night beauty, the constella- tions obliterated with the filling in of stars never seen through Earth’s heavy atmos- phere. Then you wonder why they ever come home to Earth. **Earth is a glorious place,” he urged, whispering his pleading love into her ear with an intensity that matched her own eagerness to link her life with his and journey across those 34,0C0,000 least- miles to his green planet that was her home, too. Never Martians; always Earth’s people, no matter what ac- cident of birth-place had directed her life so far. Young and lithe and strong; full of vigour and eagerness for adventure—she could not fail to believe that she would find on Earth the beauties and promises he whispered to her. ““No dome. We’ll have a house on a proper street; flowers’’—she’d never seen a flower, only pictures—‘“‘you’ll meet my mother and sister and our kids will go to the 60 school down the street and play cowboys and Indians with the other kids.” Beauty and enchantment as close as a spaceship trip, and the dome manager so disapproving and sad eyed. Saying that it was an illusion and that she could never adjust to Earth, and its mon- strous pull and heavy air pressure. But how could she stand any longer to see him gasping after any small, un-masked exertion? It tore her heart in her breast to see his strong, heavily-muscled body made impotent by the thin unfilling aridness of Martian atmos- phere. The constant necessity —return to the dome or don the mask. Reluctant permission, given with the sentence of doom that youth never ac- cepts: “It will never work.” “It will be different with me; you'll see. I’m young and strong.”’ Bright, eager, slender, willing girl. The night air that blew into my open windows was full and deep, and heavy with mid- summer sounds and smells comicloooks.com