Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 66 — page 64: what you’re looking at

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SLEEVE OF CARE spectacles. He was about fifty- six, ten stone five, five feet nine, a clerk, married, very much so, a robot. Mr. Jud Everet Johnson. “Hello.” Sam sat down beside the elderly man. “I’ve been looking for you.” *“Have you?” Jud spoke as if he had a mouthful of broken glass. He licked grey lips and dragged himself up from the reeds which, like the pigmy, he sat on. “Better get moving,” he said dully. *“Mustn’t sit still too long.” “Why not?’ Sam _ paced beside the stumbling figure of the old man. “What is this place?” “Don’t you know?” *“No. Do you?” “No.” There was a dull fatigue in Jud’s voice. A bleak in- difference, a carelessness, a lack of curiosity. Staring at him, Sam felt a quick im- ‘patience and shook the thin shoulder beneath its covering of blue serge. ““What’s the matter with you, man? Why did you run 63 away from home? Where are we?” “I don’t know.” “Listen,” said Sam tightly. “You’ve been gone for ten days now. Have you been here all that time?” “IT don’t know.” Jud licked his lips and staggered, his thin legs collapsing and his thin arms sprawling like the limbs of some crippled spider. Impatiently, Sam stooped over him, dragged him to his feet, sent his palm hard against the grey cheek. | “Answer me, damn you! Where are we?” gs Rae A scream slashed through the thick air. A shriek as of a soul in eternal agony, a rending, heart-stopping sound, and the negro, the man Sam had seen first, bounded to his feet and ran, half-falling, down the room. “What’s the matter with him?’ Sam glared at the scarred savage and shook the man at his side. “Jud! What’s all this about?’ comiclooks.cormn