Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 71 — page 130: what you’re looking at

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THE GREAT JUDGE last week alive in any luxury he might choose. It was the final refinement of mental torture, to be free, to have the feeling that if only he could think of something he might succeed in escaping. Yet he knew escape was impossible. If he climbed into his hopjet, he’d have to swoop in at the nearest patrol station, and have his - electronicregistration “‘plates” stamped with a signal. There- _ after, his machine would con- tinuously give off vibrations - _ automatically advising patrol vessels of the time and space limitations of his permit. Similar restrictions con- trolled his person. The elec- tronic instrument “printed” on his upper right arm could be activated by any central, ~ which would start a burning sensation of gradually in- creasing intensity. _ There was absolutely no escape from the law of the ~ Great Judge. Aird climbed to his feet wearily. Might as well get his material ready for the (129 science investigator. It was too bad he wouldn’t have an opportunity to experiment with higher life forms but—— . Aird stopped short in the doorway of his laboratory. His body throbbed with the tremendousness of the idea that had slammed into his — mind. He began to quiver. He leaned weakly againstthedoor . jamb, then slowly straight- ened. 7 “‘That’s it!”” He spoke the ~ words aloud, his voice low and intense, simultaneously. utterly incredulous and hope- ful to the point of madness. It was the mounting hope that brought a return of terrible weakness. He collapsed on the rug just inside the labora- tory, and lay there muttering to himself, the special insani- ties of an electronician: *. . . have to get a larger grid, and more liquid and——”’ Special Science Investigator George Mollins returned to the Great Judge’s Court, and immediately asked for a pri- - vate interview with the Great Judge. conmicloooks.com