Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 66 — page 59: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION popular at work, ate cheap food and read a conservative newspaper. A carbon copy of ten million others. The so- called backbone of respectabil- ity. The clods who make this world what it is, instead of what it could be. And then he vanishes—and no one knows why.” “But surely you’ve just explained why,’’ Madge said. “Ground down, dreaming, perhaps the books he read just showed him what he was missing and...” She made a gesture with her hands. “He just kept on walking.” “Like Felix?” Sam shook his head. “I traced him from his home to where he bought a paper. Then to where he collected his daily ration of cigarettes. Those people re- membered him; he’d been dealing with them for years. The ticket collector couldn’t remember whether or not Jud had passed him, and we know that he never reached his office.”’ “So he decided not to go to work after he’d bought his 58 paper.” Madge shrugged. “He'll turn up again. Men like that always do.” “No,” said Sam slowly. “I don’t think that he will turn up. I don’t think anyone will ever see Mr. Jud Johnson again.” He stared at his wife. ““There’s something fishy about missing people,” he said. “‘I don’t mean those who just run out, or those who break down, or just have a gutful of routine and try to do something about it. Those people are explicable. We know what they do and why they do it. But there are others: Every week men and women disappear. All over the world, in every civilised country, and some of those people are never found again.”’ | “You mean that they just vanish?” Madge frowned. “But the police could find them... couldn’t they?” ‘““No. The police can’t find them. No one can find them.” Sam spilled ash onto the carpet. “It’s one of those things. They just go. Poof! comiclooks.corn