Pulp Fiction, 1956 · page 97 of 162
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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION time, but again, it is only theory.” ““How about food and that sort of thing?” “The conditions that pre- vail at the moment the subject is severed from the present, should exist permanently. Thus, no replenishments will be necessary.” Nixon was pleased with the replies. ““Thank you for being honest with me. Professor Rand, will you do it?” “I beg you to think about it. Remember, if your time- stream was halted, your sur- roundings would be permanent.” “What the hell does that matter? Will you do it?” “Mr. Nixon,’’ said the scientist, smiling artificially, “‘why do you wish to become immortal ?”’ He laughed. “Who wouldn’t?”’ “An eternity devoid of friends—of laughter? Devoid, almost, of life itself?’ Rand shook his head thoughtfully. “I do not wish for such an existence.”’ “Very well, ll tell you, professor. I am tired of this world; I’m tired of wealth 96 and the cringing fools it attracts as friends; I am tired of people—sick of their hypo- crisy. Sometimes I feel I would rather die than live another day, yet I fear even the thought of dying. Then, above all else, this damned world is going mad. Countries are squabbling, even though the world might be blown apart if another war begins. But everything seems to go on madly, leaving me _ behind trying to catch up—like your damned time theory. Weil, let the world leave me behind—in peaceful immortality!” “I must say,”’ said Professor Rand deliberately, “that you are doing a very noble thing to help civilisation avoid war —by running away to hide in a dark corner.”’ ‘“‘Leave personal motives out of this,’ snapped Nixon. “Will you do it?” “li think about it,” said the scientist wearily. “Ill have to think about it... Leave your address with my assistant. I’ll let you know.” *““Remember,”’ said Nixon, rising heavily, “I am not a coward as you seem to sug- gest. It takes a brave man to Comicbooks.corn