Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 66 — page 107: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION at the stranger. ““Where did you come from ?”’ **Around.’’ “Are you a newspaper man?” Fred didn’t wait for an answer. “‘Listen. That thing is a flying saucer and we found it. I’ve been trying to communicate with the pilot but he’s dumb or something. I’ve tried semantically correct phrases, mathematical sym- bols, schematics, the works just like what was in that article I read, but nothing seems to work. But we found it first, remember that.” “Interesting.” The man stepped forward. ““Trying to communicate, you say?” ““That’s right.”” Fred stared in horrified anticipation as the stranger approached the alien creature. ““Be careful, mister; you saw what happened to us.” *““Yes,”’ said the man calmly. “But then, you were tres- passing, weren’t you?” It wasn’t a question. He passed the alien, patted it casually on the head, and it followed him into the ship. The door closed, something droned like a hive of angry bees, the saucer lifted, hovered for a moment, 106 then, with fantastic speed, vanished into the sky. George spat. ‘““We could have got in that ship,” he said slowly. ““We could have fetched clubs and knocked the head off that thing and made _ ourselves rich.” He looked at Fred. “We could have done all that, only you had to be smart, didn’t you? You had to show off.” “It was the right way,” said Fred defensively. ““The article said so.” “Sure,” said George, his voice bitter and heavy with sarcasm. ““You did everything just right—only you forgot the important part. You were so keen on making a good impression you forgot to find out who you was making it to.” He began to chuckle. ‘“‘All that guff! Mathematics and semantics and the rest of it. Digging up the dirt and waving your arms like a fool. Wait until the boys hear about this! Old Professor Fred trying to talk toa...” He doubled with helpless laughter. “. . . to a dog!” Fred didn’t feel like laughing. comiclooks.corn