Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 71 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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“Me 98S tena ccne a tt ete OO rE eet BS een te eaduses Aes CLE EY ee a = LMOST WITH AMUSEMENT piace Winter stood on the balcony outside the Eleven men and a control room and _ looked woman alone between down the well of the dying the stars—with ship. From the gallery he : could see everyone on board. Death, inescapable, Behind him, in the control measuring out the room, Shaw and Souness final hours scribbled feverishly in an effort to make two and two Th LITT add up to thirty-seven. On é LE the gallery ten feet below, on the opposite side of the well, the two girls tried to throw CO RPO R AL off the sleep which had been interrupted with the informa- tion that they had fifteen hours to live. On the same circle, directly below Winter, the three miners chattered like excited monkeys. And at the bottom of the well the cook, the engineer and the steward stared up at him along the length of the ship. Eleven altogether, including himself. He had time to tell them individually exactly why they were dying, but it wouldn’t be funny to them that their deaths were ir- relevant adjuncts of his. He looked round again, assessing anew the murder of ten people merely as a blind by J. T. McINTOSH conmiclsooks.com