Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 66 — page 145: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION *“He’s come to,” she whispered. Apart from a blanket over his legs and the strapping round his chest, the alien was naked. Sam remarked on this. ““He can’t do much harm the way he is now. All the same, remember we don’t know whether he’s pally or not. Probably not. He didn’t come to Earth for nothing. He turned up at a time when Earth was helpless, and I don’t believe in coincidences like that.” The alien was raising him- self to a sitting position; and without too much difficulty, for he was a strong, wiry- muscled specimen. With his bare chest, long tousled hair and the sarong-like blanket he looked as if he had stepped from a Hollywood jungle. Lena expected him to thump his ribs and grunt, “‘Me—Tarzan!”’ She giggled. Under Sam’s brooding scowl, she sobered and did a womanly thing. She took a cup of milk to the alien. He glanced speculatively 144 at the cup which Sam still held and emptied his own at a gulp. He held the cup out to Lena and she refilled it. “Cup,” she said, tapping the thick crockery. She pointed to the white fluid: “Milk... Cup—of—milk.”’ Sam snorted. ““Semantics as she is semanted!”’ ““We’ve got to start with something,’ Lena defended herself. “‘How would you do it, smartie?”’ Sam admitted: “I never thought of it.” He paced the floor, stopping in front of her. “It’s hopeless. You know that? We’ve got a few hours, if that much, to build a language we can all under- © stand; and then we’ve got to convince Joseph there’s a good case for calling the rest of the spheres down to kill the Creep—instead of killing us.” *‘Look at him,” said Lena. “What is there about him that strikes you? What’s the difference between him and any other man? And I don’t mean his two hearts.” comiclooks.conm