Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 71 — page 67: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION A sonic blast hemorrhages. _Jtrends the capillaries, ploughs the flesh into a flaccid collec- tion of shattered nerve fibres and ruined arteries. It’s a rotten way to die. Starza watched Carmody thrash himself to death on the floor. I turned away. “For the record, Jake, he made a full confession. We both heard him.” “Just for the record,” I said. “It had to be him,” Starza said. “That thoughtcaster blast yesterday morning made reference to your study on the Term. Only Harvey and Car- mody knew about that. It couldn’t have been Harvey. He cut his throat this morning. “T’ve decided,”’ Starza said. **This is a Type L planet, after all. The natives are chronically unstable. Hostile, in fact. Pursuant to Solar Regulation 3, we have the right to enforce martial law. It should be six months before an investiga- tion. Meanwhile——”’ “We'll get production,” I said, 66 “We'll get production.” He wiped his forehead, relaxed. “Tl send in a full report to- night. Better turn in, Jake,” he said, kindly. “Vil need you in the morning.” : I turned in. You lie awake, staring into the blackness. It gnaws. My head throbbed. I should have felt a triumphant relief, but I could not remember my axioms, and I felt a sick, dull © hate for the thing the Guild spy, Carmody, had done to me. What happens when you strip a man of everything he believes in? He remembers other things. Those memories came trooping back like ghosts and I fought them, sweating, -but they came. Once upon a time, there was a starry-eyed young engineer who started out to set the galaxy on fire. But he got squeamish, somewhere along the way. So Carmody operated on him. Carmody did things to his brain, made a good production man out of him, I remembered now. - COnniclooolks.conn