Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 97: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION Yet another of the ten said: *‘Look at this creature, and you will see that Farak is still great.” Farak-Ay. the leader, stood erect and said, slowly: “I must give you a check, Farak- Di. This is man, not just a creature. A MAN. He. Re- member? We are Faraki, but this is a man.” Farak-Ay said to the man: “‘You have no doubts? You trust us?” “IT trust you.”’ answered the man. “We do not understand trust,’ said the Leader, ‘“‘but man must have it, we know. Are you happy?” ““Yes—but there are ques- tions.”’ “The sequence is as Farak predicted,”’ said Farak-Di. ‘“‘Farak is great,’ they chorused quietly. “‘“Farak lives in us, will go back with us.” The man wrinkled his brow. “*He makes a thinking face,” said a robot, “‘and when he does that, he can be seen for the man he was. Does that hurt man, now?” “It does not hurt,” said the man, “but let me come, and have my questions answered.” Farak-Ay asked him: “‘is that the only reason you feel you had to return?” “To have my questions answered, yes, but also be- cause the work is not yet done: I have to be completed.”’ Their flat voices praised Farak once more: ‘“‘Farak, Farak.”’ ‘“T have heard that name before,’ said the man. “You will again,” said Farak-Ay, “but now come into the ship, and we will do the next things ordered by Farak, before he died.” Farak had died. A note was struck it seemed, and then another, and a tender chord of memory rang through the channels of a_ mind which he sought to make his own. The robots saw. ‘“‘The thinking face again,” said a robot. ‘Let me hear from Farak,”’ said the man. They walked to the ship, past the gantries and the sheds and the strange out- cropping workings all dark and secret feeling in the light of the splendid sun, and at the comiclbooks.corn