Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 71 — page 48: what you’re looking at

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Whether it’s called Big Business, Educating the Natives or Empire Building, exploitation is still exploitation— Exploiter’s End by JAMES CAUSEY E TIME-STUDIED THE V V Term. It moved with a pliant, liquid grace, its four arms flickering over the instrument panel, install- ing studs, tightening screws, its antenne glowing with the lambent yellow that denoted an agony of effort. “See?” Harvey’s freckled face was smug. “He rates an easy hundred and ten. Who- ever took that first study——_” “I took it,” I said, squinting at the stop watch. You could hear him bite his _ lip. After only two weeks on the job, on a strange planet ninety light-years from home, you don’t tell your boss he’s cockeyed. The Term hurried. Its faceted termite eyes were expressionless diamonds, but 47 the antennez gleamed a des- perate saffron. If bugs cowWld sweat, I thought wryly. Now the quartz panel installation. Those four arms moved in a blinding frenzy. But the stop watch was faster. The second hand caught up. with the Term. It passed him. Rating: seventy-four per cent. I tucked the clipboard under my arm, squeezed through the airlock, and down the ramp. Harvey followed sul- lenly. The conveyor groaned on, bringing up the next unit, a sleek little cruiser. The Term seized a fifty-pound air wrench, fled up the ramp to the airlock. **A dozen feet back to the operation,” I pointed out. ‘After the next job he'll have CORMICOOOKSxCOA =