Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 66 — page 68: what you’re looking at

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SLEEVE OF CARE , “What?” “You asked me what I know,’ reminded the other. “*T don’t know anything.” “But you’ve been here ten days. You must know.” “*T don’t.” Johnson gestured around him. “‘When I came here I thought something must be wrong, my head perhaps, overwork .. .” He let his voice trail into silence and rose to his feet. ‘““We’d better move about.” “Why?” “If you don’t keep moving you get—hurt. If you still don’t move you—vanish.”’ “Vanish?” “Yes. There was a man here before you, a white man, a professor, I think. He was very tired and he wouldn’t keep moving. He just vanished.” Johnson stared about him with heavy eyes. “*It’shappened before, I think.” “If you’re tired why don’t you sleep?” *“We can’t. The other man told me that the only -time you could sleep was when the lights went out.” 67 “And how often does that happen ?”’ “I don’t know; it’s only happened once since I’ve been here.” Once in ten days! Sam swallowed as he began to grasp the picture. A sealed room with an assortment of races. Food falling from the roof. Lights which almost never went out. A strange force which made you move—or else. He grabbed at Johnson’s shoulder. ‘“‘What is this? Where are we?”’ “Tt don’t know.”’ “But you can guess, can’t you? Damn it, man. Tell me what you think.” “TI read a book once,” said Johnson slowly. “‘A strange book. It was written by a man named Charles Fort.” “I know who you mean,” snapped Sam. “‘Well?” ‘““He had some interesting theories.”” Johnson almost blushed. “I don’t say that I believe them for one moment, connicloooks.com