Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 72 — page 53: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION Frank nodded, took the cards, left the restaurant. Miles watched him go, smiling and knowing exactly what would happen. Frank would plunge to the dregs of the city, he would meet the broken men, the forlorn women living on re- lief or on the edge of the law. He would know the terrible frustration of modern civilization, of going hungry while the shops were crammed with food, of being tempted by luxuries beyond his reach. He would suffer the arrogance of petty authority, the bitter- ness of the have-nots, the impotent anger of help- lessness. He would be torn in the economic rat-race of civi- lization until, suddenly, he would realise that none of it was necessary. Not while there were new worlds waiting to be settled. Worlds without the rules and regulations of a decaying social structure. Worlds where men and women could, for the first time in their lives, be really free. And when he realised that he would return to ColTerm and beg them for transportation. And by that he would prove his sanity. 52 comiclbooks.com