Pulp Fiction, 1956 · page 128 of 164
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A neat story by a famous author which exemplifies a number of well-known proverbs The Great Judge by A. E. VAN VOGT 66WUDGMENT, SAID THE J sasio “in the case of Douglas Aird, tried for treason on August 2nd, last———”’ With a trembling move- ment of his fingers, Aird turned the volume control higher. The next words blared at him: “‘“____That Douglas Aird do surrender himself one week from this day, that is, on September 17th, 2460 A.D., to his neighbourhood patrol sta- tion, that he then be taken to the nearest converter, there to be put to death-——”’ Click! He had no conscious mem- ory of shutting off the radio. One instant the sound roared through his apartment, the next there was dead silence. Aird sank back in his chair and stared with sick eyes through the transparent walls out upon the shining roofs of The Judge’s City. All these weeks he had known there was no chance. The scientific achievements that, he had tried to tell himself, would weigh the balance in _ his favour—even as he assessed their value to the race, he had realised that the Great Judge would not consider them from 127 conmiclsooks Conn