Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 67 — page 108: what you’re looking at

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There is a place where— THE EARTH NEVER SETS by DAN MORGAN HE OLD MAN FINISHED ’ reading the list of names. We stood quiet for a full minute, each tearing down his own particular structure of rationalisation. We had con- ditioned our minds to think of it only as a possibility in the distant future, nothing more. All of us, except Chambers. I looked across at him. His pale, thin-featured face was rigid, with the lack of move- ment that conceals a mind racing, strugglinglikeatrapped beast. “You’ve no right to do this, Colonel!”’ said Chambers in a brittle voice. “I demand that you let me go on the first ship.”’ All eyes were on him now. Nobody could talk to the Old Man like that and get away with it, even if he was a civilian. “If you have any com- plaints about your treatment here you may make them - through the proper channels when you return to Earth,” said the Old Man. “‘One man will return with the first ship; the one named at the head of this list. The order of priority was left entirely to my dis- cretion and there was no mention of any special pro- vision for yourself.”’ “But I’m not officially a member of the Base staff,” protested Chambers. “You have no right to keep me here.”’ The Old Man’s voice had an edge. ““You are free to leave any time you wish... If you can make your own transport arrangements.” “You know that’s impos- sible,” said Chambers brokenly. The Old Man looked at him contemptuously. “In that 107 comicloooks.con