Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 72 — page 139: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION ing in the shadow of the garage. “Big,” murmured Schultz, “and round, like a big ball. What do you reckon it is, anyhow ?” His companion grunted, his whole attention focused upon the pair of antenne rising from the top of the sphere. At the threshold they halted, uncertain what to do next. Behind them high heels beat a rapid tattoo across the concrete toward the house. *“Durn funny looking. What do you make of it, Ed?” “Stay here, Chester. I’m going inside to have a closer look.” Sommers stepped lightly into the shadow and skirted the thing, keeping his back to the wall. It did not appear to be any different around this side, he decided, and told Schultz so. The thing did not react to his inspection nor give any sign of life. Emboldened, Sommers glanced around the garage. At once he saw the gaping hole where the meter and fuse box had been. “Say, Chester,” he called. “Someone has been tearing your place about.” Schultz cautiously joined him and they regarded the destruction together. ‘“‘Wilful, senseless hooliganism,” pronounced Schultz hotly. “Dime to a dollar, it was those wild kids from over the tracks. This is probably some of their work, too. Phoney spaceship or...’ He turned swiftly and snatched a hammer off the bench. “Trying to scare us into thinking it is a bomb or something.” He hurled the weapon angrily at the thing. Algo detected the missile and reacted. The hammer dissolved immediately into sparks and a puff of smoke. Dumbfounded, the two men stood stock still, gaping at the fantastic. It was some moments before either found words. “Good grief, it’s real,” breathed Sommers unsteadily. ““Man. Let’s out of here.” Schultz put action into his advice and ran for the yard. Sommers followed, keeping his back to the wall and his fascinated eyes on the thing in the centre of the floor. Loise appeared at the door of — the house. 132 comicbooks.con