Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 72 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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THE GIVE-AWAY WORLDS the coleopter when Frank emerged on the terrace. He stared coldly at the worker, then gestured towards the machine. “Ts this your lift?” “I’m just going to move it.” Frank swung open the guide- rail and mounted the plat- form. _ “Answer my question. Is it yours ?”’ ““Yes.”’ Frank reached for the starting switch, acutely conscious of the passage of time. The man unclipped the guide-rail and immobilized the machine. “Not so fast. I want to know why you parked here in the first place.” “Isn’t it obvious?” Frank gestured towards the crowded parking space. “There just wasn’t room anywhere else.” “That is no excuse. This area is reserved for top-grade personnel. Did you know that?’ Frank drew a deep breath. The man looked important, probably was important, but that didn’t give him the right to throw his weight around. If he was amused at the cross- 15 questioning, Frank wasn’t. He tried to control his in- © stinctive anger. “Look, mister,” he said patiently. “I parked here. I’m sorry. I want to move my lift away from this area. Do you mind ?” ““[ mind very much,” said the man. “I don’t like your parking here, and [ don’t like your attitude. What do you think would happen if everyone disobeyed the rules and regulations as you did? Setting your lift down in the restricted area was in the nature of a calculated insult to any of the top-grade per- sonnel who may have been inconvenienced by your ac- tion. It isn’t good enough.” “No one was incon- venienced,” said Frank, look- ing at the emptiness of the red-painted area. ““And I’ve said I was sorry. Can I shift now?” **Allright.’’ Themanstepped back. ““Don’t do it again.” } Frank fired the engines, revved up the twin propellers and, as they blasted air down- wards, rode up above and with them. He leaned on the comiclbooks.corn