Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 71 — page 47: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION compound and were busy selecting a few of the in- habitants. They were quite methodical and, despite their primitiveness, or because of it, there was no _ possible doubt as to what they were doing, and why they were doing it. Malchin gulped and felt suddenly ill. “Filed teeth,” whimpered Carter. “The natives have filed teeth and carry weapons, and yet you said that there are no animals on this planet.” His fingers dug into the big man’s arm. ““‘Why do they file their teeth, Malchin? Why do they carry weapons?” “Butchery,” said Malchin sickly. “The villagers are treating those other monkeys as though they were animals,” “Yes.” Carter’s face glis- tened with the sweat of his fear. “And they’re cooped up in a pen like this one.” He began to giggle. “Ever kept pigs, Malchin? Or chickens? Or rabbits?” He didn’t have to elaborate. The picture was plain, and Malchin felt his stomach churn as he thought about it. They were big, at least three times the size of the natives, and there were two of them. Perhaps the natives hoped for — an increase, or perhaps they merely wanted to fatten them up. Either way made no difference. The native’s point of view was very simple and quite elementary. Not gods. Food. conmiclsooks. con