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SCIENC Volume 7
FICTIO Number
May, 1957
6
NOVELETS
A Bertram Chandler 23
700T OCxICAL SPECIMEN
No one thf Vdea of a space-voyage with a corpse
ifked
-
and this was a most unusual corpse...
EX R 9PACE PERCEPTION
TTYTRA
K there£ such a thing
operate more along these
V
Russ Winterbotham
"telepathy", perhaps it w,l
lines, than on the traditional
72
ones. ..
SHORT STORIES
SUNRISE ON MERCURY (mustrated
any time —
^X^
when
but
V K^i
came
it
2
It was bad enough at*
early. .
DEPARTMENTS
THE EDITOR'S PAGE Robert W. Lowndes 45
Wherein we look
into the matter of science fiction and
"Prophecy".
THE LAST WORD » The Readers 62
INDEX TO VOLUME 7 uo
ROBERT W. LOWNDES
Editor: MARIE A. PARK. Asso. Eci.
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I
The tractor was racing toward the s&ip as the dome melted <Ww» into
a shapeless mass.
SUNRISE ON
MERCURY
by Calvin M. Knox
illustrated by EMSH
NINE MILLION
to the sunward
miles
of
seven shipmates, no problems
presented themselves they ;
SUNRISE ON MERCURY
—
the deeps and knew no cure to stop me?"
"Because, you lunatic, you'd
for the strange, depth-in-
duced drunkenness that in- have killed all the rest of us
duced them to remove their by your fool dive into the
breathing-tubes fifty fath- converter. Go walk out the
oms below, so did spacemen airlock if you want to die
run the risk of this nameless but don't take us with you."
Spangler glared warningly
malady, this inexplicable urge
at him. "Harry
—
to self-destruction.
"Okay," Ross said. "Take
It struck anywhere. A re-
him away."
pairman wielding a torch on
a recalcitrant strut of an or- The psychman led Curtis
biting Wheel might abruptly within. The astrogator would
rip open his facemask and be given a tranquilizing in-
drink Vacuum; a radioman jection, and locked in an in-
rigging an antenna on the soluble webfoam jacket for
skin of his ship might sud- the rest of the journey. There
denly cut his line, fire his was a chance he could be re-
SUNRISE ON MERCURY
thermo-resistant crawler car- IT WAS A strange and for-
ried in the belly of the Lev- bidding planet. Humans
errier. Their job was simple: could endure it only for short
they were to erect the inflat- times; the sort of life that
able plastic radar tower far would be able to exist per-
to sunward. The tower that manently on Mercury was be-
had been left by the first ex- yond his conception. Stand-
pedition had long since librat- ing outside the Leverricr in
ed into a Sunside zone and his spacesuit, Ross nudged
been liquefied; the plastic the chin control that lowered
base and parabola, covered a pane of optical glass. He
with a light reflective surface peered first toward Darkside,
of aluminum, could hardly where he thought he saw a
withstand the searing heat of thin line encroaching
of
Sunside. black —only he knew
illusion,
SUNRISE ON MERCURY 13
it here. Doubl e-quick, and thousands, perhaps millions
then we'll blast off. Brainerd, of years from now.
that new orbit ready?" Its surface quivered. The
"Yes, sir/' sun's brightness upon the pool
The thermometer grazed was intolerable even to the
200. The cooling system was mind's eye.
beginning to suffer but its — Radiation beat down on the
agonies were to be shortlived. —
zinc pool the sun's radia-
Within minutes, the Lever- tion, hard and unending, and
rier had lifted from Mercury's then a new radiation, an elec-
—
surface minutes ahead of tromagnetic emanation with
it a meaningful commutation:
the relentless advance of the
—
sun and swung into a tem- I want to die.
The pool of zinc stirred
porary planet-circling orbit.
fretfully with sudden impuls-
As they hung there, virt-
es of helpfulness.
ually catching their breaths,
just one question rose in
Ross' mind: why? Why did THE VISION
quickly as
passed as
it came.
Brainerd's orbit bring them
Stunned, Ross looked up hes-
down in a danger zone in-
itantly. The expression on
stead of the safety strip?
the six faces surrounding him
Why had both Brainerd and told him what he wanted to
Ross been unable to compute
know.
a blasting-pattern, the sim-
plest of elementary astroga- "You he said.
felt it too,"
tion techniques? And why had Spangler nodded,
then
Spangler's wits utterly failed Krinsky and the rest of them.
"Yes," Krinsky said. "What
—
him just long enough to let
the unhappy Curtis kill him- the devil was it?"
self?
Brainerd turned to Spang-
ler."Are we all nuts, Doc?"
Ross couldsee the same The psych officer
question reflected on every- shrugged. "Mass hallucina-
one's face: why?
tion. . .collective hypnosis. .
The
Demancipator
h v G. C Edmondson
THE DEMANCIPATOR 19
r
the ai: :
NEAR fourth
THE end of the
month, the Old
take it so quietly.
ruin us," he said.
"This'll
22 SCIENCE FICTION STORIES
"How so, Chief ?" Vorshak "Thanks," the Old Man
asked. said. "I'm a little too old to
Carson Jones
stroked a change. Guess I'll pull out
n e w 1 d mustache.
y-s t ar t e and go fishing. If I'm quick,
"Can't you guess? What's the I might even sell the business
backbone of this business?" yet," he added with a smirk.
"Sales, of course," Vorshak "I don't get it," Vorshak
explained, as if to a child. said.
The Old Man shook his "Cromleigh and I are in the
head sadly. comb and brush business;
"And who controls the mon- thinking of branching out in
ey?*' Jones persisted. "Who mustache cups soon."
squanders the family pay-
check on the idiotic fripperies GREYING
we dream up from week to THE
stroked his beard
little man
and
week?" muckatooed at the pigeons.
Vorshak was beginning to "And that's about all there is
get it. to it?" he said.
"We put them back in the "One more thing," his com-
kitchen," Jones said. "And panion asked, "What ever
now they haven't time to read happened to Vorshak?"
ads or watch TV."
"Ah, Vorshak," the old man
"What can we do?" Vor- said sadly. "Never did ad-
shak asked. just; poor fellow was killed
"I don't know about you, in a riot at a suffragette
but I've already done it." parade."
"What?" the Old Man "Suffragette parade?"
asked.
"Oh we had a few in the
Jones pointed enigmatically first I under-
year or two.
at his mustache. "Have you stand that Vorshak was one
noticed how many of these of the leaders. The move-
there are on the streets late- ment never gained much
ly?" headway though. Most of the
"Of course!" the Old Man advertising men died of
exclaimed. "It's obvious. Man broken hearts when they
blossoms out in whiskers called protest meetings, and
whenever he gets the upper no women showed up."
hand. Gad, what a name you
"Do you think women will
could have made for yourself ever vote again, sir?" the
in this business!" he said re- young man asked.
gretfully.
"Not a chance," Jones
"Still room for anybody laughed. "We're back in the
who wants in," Jones said. driver's seat. We won't make
"Cromleigh's with me." the same mistake twice."
ZOOLOGICAL
SPECIMEN
by A. Bertram Chandler
illustrated by ORBAN
23
ZOOLOGICAL SPECIMEN
THE DRIVE
cut, the ship
had been
had been
Space conditions. Screens
blank as a first trip cadet's
—
mind except for Mars, of
put into her slow spin
around her longitudinal axis, course, but what's astern
the passengers were settling won't worry us. Nary a comet,
down nicely, and everything nary a meteor. Spin set for
in the garden, I thought, v/as half a G; if in doubt, call the
lovely. Eight months of free Master. O.K.?"
fall lay ahead —
eight months "O.K.," he said.
in which to square up the in- I waited until he had
evitable paper work (and this strapped himself into the oth-
should take only a week at er chair, then knocked up the
the outside), in which to keep clips that held me into mine.
the passengers happy with or- I dropped through the well to
ganised fun and games, in officers' flat level, pulled my-
which to read all the various self into the radial alleyway
classics which, so far, I'd nev- leading to my room. Once in-
er gotten around to reading. side I stripped off, went into
(I still haven't.) the little shower cubicle. I en-
At 0800 hours Twayne, my joyed the shower. The water
Number Two, took over the had a sting, a freshness, that's
watch, "Here you are," I told altogether lacking when
him. "Here we are. Deep you're a month out from port,
24
—
ZOOLOGICAL SPECIMEN 25
lead cof-
—
before in about every bar in
Marsopolis. Trainer, a mining
fins for these jobs," he said.
engineer, was a stranger to
"But the freight. ." .
me, as was Lynn Davies. She
"Somebody," said the Old looked like one of those long-
Man, "whose relations have legged blondes who, in scanty
attire, hand top hats and mag-
more money than sense, died
ic wands and such to conjur-
on Mars. Somebody has to be
ors, the while distracting the
tucked away in the family
attention of the customers
vault, expense no object.
from any sleight of hand. And
Somebody has to wait until that, I learned, was just what
poor old Muggins Gale blows she was— she had been in-
in with his decrepit old Mar- volved in some disagreement
sova so that the disgusting with the manager of the
cadaver can be wished on to troupe of entertainers, with
him. Somebody has to wait un- whom she was touring the
til Muggins Gale goes away to Martian cities and settlements
the Green Mountains for a and, at his expense, was being
few days hard-earned leave, shipped back to Earth.
knowing full well that his "Hiya, West!" Kennedy
dim-witted Mate will take greeted me. He introduced me
every gramme of cargo, no to the others. "That was a
matter how objectionable, nice, quiet getaway," he said.
that's wished on to him. Some-
body. .." "You're to be congratulated;
hardly felt a thing."
"The Agent
should have '7 did," grumbled Trainer.
told me, sir," pointed out.
I
His thin, lined face had a yel-
"He should have done. And lowish pallor.
next time in Braunport I'm "And I really
can't see why the air has to be
having a very large piece of
so thick."
ture."
—
him. Well you'll know in fu-
"Trainer's a local boy," said
Kennedy; "a real Martian.
"That sounded like the Born and bred on the celestial
breakfast gong, sir."
dust bowl. What about you,
"It was. Remember, West, Miss Davies ?"
ZOOLOGICAL SPECIMEN 27
—
ly as a westerly gale. Would passing ship, now and again
the sight of land, and always
it have been something in the
cargo, West. Something— fra- the changing sea and sky. The
gile? I was nosing round the spacefarer is better housed,
ship, you know, while she was better fed and far more pam-
loading, and I saw your boys pered than was ever the sea-
rigging the acceleration —
farer but the oft-breathed air
springs in one of the bins." is stale, the too-often-used wa-
"Did you? Well, I'm peck- ter is flat, and there is no oth-
we see what er scenery than metal bulk-
ish, folks. Shall
they have for us?" heads, and ship fittings, and
the emptiness outside at
We picked up our trays, which it is not good to look.
walked to the long cafeteria
People, in the spaceship, bulk
bar, made our choices. "Make
bigger than ever they did in
the most of the fresh food," 1
any other form of transport.
told the others. "We'll be get-
The ship, for most of her voy-
ting vegetables and salads all
— age, is no more than a huge
through the trip but in a
week or so we shall be relying
projectile, dumbly obeying
the laws of ballistics, over the
upon the processed yeasts and
movements of which tine crew
algae for protein."
exercise a very limited d*^*
"One would think that these of control.
ships could carry meat," said
Kennedy. I didn't like the Much of my time was taken
way that he accented the last up by organising, in conjunc-
word. tion with Helen Rand, our
Chief Hostess, various sports
SPACESHIPS have often and games to alleviate the
been likened to sailing boredom of both passengers
ships—mainly, I think, be- and staff. There was a darts
cause both made long voyag- tournament, and a table tennis
es. But it is, in many ways, a tournament, and all the usual
false analogy. When the old card games. There was the in-
windjammer pulled out on her —
evitable moment it comes on
long drag round the Horn, —
every voyage when our Chef
those on board knew that they downed tools and said that
>
ket they'd let me know, bait ter, making it plain that she
legs."
consigned to her."
"Imagination," I said. I nudged him hard enough
to spill his gin, but too late to
"Wasn't there something
the autopsy?" stop him from spilling the
funny about
beans.
asked Lynn Davies.
"I don't see why you had to
UV^EAH. WHAT was fun- bother with those acceleration
I ny about it was that springs," said Kennedy. "I
there wasn't one. Old Wallis, don't think that Latimer is
the Chief of Police, wanted going to feel any jolts."
Latimer taken apart to see
what had made him stop tick- SOoutTHE CATwas partly
of the bag. Twayne
ing. But there was a frantic
message from Earth, from the and the Assistant Hostess
old boy's only surviving sis- could be told to keep quiet
—
—
ship generators and othei
THERE was
auxiliary machinery, even THEN the
She
people walking around. business of Minnie.
Look!" I stamped hard on the was the ship's cat and was, I
web frame on which we were think, senior to any of the hu-
standing; the big case shook man staff in years of service
in its web like an infuriated in the one vessel. In spite of
spider. her habit of having her kit-
"What was that noise ?" tens in both unsuitable and
"Come off it, Kennedy; highly improbable places, she
you're as bad as that old witch was regarded with both toler-
Kapitza. Haven't you ever ation and affection. She was—
heard springs creaking be- as cats can be —a person.
fore?" Itwas at 0430 hours, Green-
"M'm. Yes. But..." wich and Ship's Time. I'd tak-
"Whoever oiled the springs en over the watch from young
last didn't make a very good Welby, the Third Pilot, and
job of it," I said. "Well, that's was relaxed in the pilot's
all." chair, sipping a bulb of hot,
Kennedy. sweet tea. There was nothing
"O.K.,"
"Thanks."
said
—
on the screens nothing of
immediate interest, that is
We locked the door—and I and all the meters were show-
don't mind admitting that I
ing just what they should
wasn't sorry to hear the click-
show. Rawson, Senior Cadet
ing of the wards. I'd rational-
and my junior watchkeeper,
ised the quivering mentioned
was making his rounds and
by Kennedy—but I'd failed to would shortly be along to re-
convince myself that it was
port all well.
due to ship vibration. I'd car-
He was along shortly, but
ried cargo in special stowage
—
before but never before had not to report all well. He
I noticed that much motion in
looked upset about something.
the spring webbing. That "Well?" I asked.
must have been, I told myself, "It's Minnie, sir."
because I'd never been looking "What about her? She can't
for it. be having any more kittens;
As we pulled ourselves back not yet. The current issue's
forward along the central wall only just got its eyes open."
—
34 SCIENCE FICTION STORIES
"She's...dead." Clad in his dressing gown,
"What? Dead? Minnie he was with me in a matter of
dead?" seconds. He took the other
"Yes, sir. You know that lit- chair. He told me to carry on
tle alleyway by the linen lock- smoking, poked tobacco into
er, where Minnie has the box the bowl of his own pipe with
<vith the kittens in it. I looked a stubby forefinger and lit up.
in there, just to speak to her, I told him what had happened,
and I found her dead." what I had done.
"Who did it? If I find "You were right," he said.
out..." "No matter what the cause of
"I don't think it was any- death, we can't afford to take
body, sir;- there weren't any any risks. This much we know
marks. But it looked as — Latimer died the same way.
though she'd been fighting Unluckily, there was no sus-
something, trying to keep it picion of foul play and, there-
away from the kittens." fore, no autopsy. Even so, I
"Were they all right?" think that the Police fell
"Yes." down very badly in not having
I finished my and
tea, filled a proper examination. Latimer
lit my remembered,
pipe. I died and now M
i n n i e's
ZOOLOGICAL SPECIMEN 37
"All theories," I said. "All "I swear he said grimly.
it,"
theories. Not an atom of I believedhim, and said so.
proof." "Then what are we waiting
"I lied to you/' said Ken- for?" he asked.
nedy slowly, "when I said that "We must see the Old Man,
I had a hunch. I've more than now."
a hunch." With his left hand "It's wasting time."
he tapped the little press "Don't be absurd. You were
camera that he wore always on long enough coming to see
his right wrist. "I always me after you got the photo-
keep Betsy loaded and ready. graph developed, and you
You never know, do you? And were long enough coming to
last night I thought I saw. .
the point after you did see
something, flickering along me."
the alleyway outside my "I suppose I was. I've been
room. I shot from the cuff." trying to convince myself
He pulled his notecase from that the camera wasn't lying.
his pocket, took from it a sin- I've been trying to find other
gle, tiny print. From another —
evidence but I haven't done
pocket he pulled a magnifier. so yet. The only way to find
"No facilities on board for out for sure is to open up
enlarging," he said. "But, that casket."
look." "You mean," I said bitterly,
I looked. "that Jake Kennedy, our star
reporter has been trying to
THERE WAS something in solve the case singlehanded
while the poor, ignorant
the alleyway. It was
blurred, and it seemed to be at spacemen bumble around all
keeping it. .
When I typed the copy for this department last time, I was
in a slate of most nn blissful ignorance. I had no idea what a job
it would be to get Science Fiction Stories to a monthly sched-
on
ule. It's going to take a little longer than Ithought but bar- —
ring utter disaster, you'll see the change in 1957.
The July issue will mark the return to our pages of a gentleman
who's made quite a mark in science fiction, but who hasn't been
very frequently of late. I refer to Fritz Leiber, who offers us
another one of those short stories with a punch. The title is "Fern-
mequin 973".
. — .
frdlfaMal
PROPHECY
WE HAVE
about
learned a little
psychology. We
whatever" is using his skull as
a battering ram. Let me put it
we point a finger in plain terms: science fiction
know that if
same thing . # ,
Fulfillment
Jby JlwmaA 71. SooAiia
THE HUNTERhere!
In this system!
was had found him. As it was he
existed as a passive receiver
only.
Mover diffused his tenuous Mover did not think of es-
substance through the stone cape. The concept was com-
foundations of the old house pletely foreign to his nature.
on Fourteenth Street and Fulfillment, yes; that was the
rested without form or move- important object. Fulfillment
ment. .listening only. If he
.
and completeness. The an-
had been capable of thought droid creatures that his kind
quite apart from the complex had been created to activate
protein molecules and the bio- were his sole reason for ex-
chemical energy reactions istance, the emotional sym-
that he normally activated, he biosis in which he participat-
might have been alarmed at ed his only purpose of being.
the swiftness with which they There had been a ship, he
49
—
that the County School Board ber them all?" Miss Quinn
had finally voted on sixty as asked.
the compulsory retirement Remember? No, Miss Rose
age had not really disturbed thought, children of eight and
the continuity of her life. It nine were very much of a
was something quite proper, kind, with no sufficiently
she had supposed, but of no bold character differences to
immediate personal conse- stand out over the years. Even
quence. the unusual child, after a
lapse of time, blended into
TODAY, WHEN Miss Ben- the anonymous child mass of
thirty-five years.
son, the
principal, had
asked her to drop by after her "No, I can't say that I do,"
last class tomorrow, so that she said. "I honestly don't
they might discuss arrange- believe I could name more
ments for her retirement at than a score from those years,
the end of the semester, it and then I'd be hard put to
seemed hardly possible that describe them."
the day had finally arrived. Mrs. Murgeson drew from
At she accepted the idea
first the deck and slapped the card
with the same ease and dis- disgustedly on the discard
tant composure with which pile.
secret ideal
blends of the many people
"Find him before...** Ur-
gency, impression of terrible
we've known and liked."
urgency. .
FULFILLMENT 53
ness that she had never felt As she returned to the bed-
before. room, she thought she heard
After she had turned off —
the faintest whistling more
the lights, she lay wide-eyed a sigh of air than anything
on her side in the half-dark- else— tuneless, and yet reach-
ness of the bedroom and ing for a tune. It was very
stared at the floor beside the much, she realized, like the
bed, seeing the way the yel- sound of a small boy who has
low moonlight puddled on the not yet learned how to whis-
worn carpet outlining the un- tle, and can only make small
even boards beneath. The par- whooshing sounds.
allel pattern, as she watched, The thought was somehow
became sharply accented and pleasant to consider, and she
almost hypnotic in its eye- smiled at the image of a round
straining regularity. In the child face frowning over
night's stillness the old house pursed lips from which the
was filled with small rust- desired sound just would not
lings and tiny creakings and come. She turned out the
scurring and. .
light and, as she lay staring
Suddenly she knew she was at the scaling ceiling, the con-
not alone! viction of a second presence
returned. She was sleepily
With thought came a
the
surprised to find that she was
about her limbs,
chill tingling
no longer afraid; and before
and her heart seemed to fill
she could consider the matter
the room with its violent
further, she slipped easily in-
thumping. She sat up, draw-
to slumber, part of her mind
ing the thin blanket about
following the formless whis-
her, and waited for some
tle patiently, until she heard
sound from the splotchy nothing more.
darkness. She felt the intan-
gible aura of some secret
watcher in the room, and FRIDAY morning, Miss
fear seemed to drain the Rose awoke with the stran-
strength from her body. gest feeling of time hanging
in tight abeyance upon some
action of hers. The memory
SHE CALLED out softly, of the previous night was
but there was no answer. still with her; she knew that
She fumbled for the lamp be- if she listened closely, she
side her. As the shadows re- would still be able to hear
treated from the bed, she that distant whistling. She
sought her slippers with ate breakfast with Mrs. Mur-
trembling feit and made her geson and Miss Quinn, and
way into the sitting room. listened without speaking as
But there was nothing... the conversation followed de-
No one. vious routes from the price
. .
."
who had been referred to Mrs. masquerade . .
FULFILLMENT 59
ner.Only Mrs. Murgeson and wheel was still spinning laz-
Miss Quinn were there, and ily.
Mrs. Murgeson remarked that
Mr. Hunter must be working TJOLLOWING the tropism
late. Miss Rose breathed
a *> of his kind, Mover blend-
small sigh of relief. She ate ed himself with the image the
very little and Mrs. Murge- host had created, seeking
son asked if she were well. only final fusion, complete
"You look so pale/' the realization.
landlady said. Now he could feel fear.
"No, no, I'm just not hun- The decaying personality of
gry/' Miss Rose said. the host echoed it.
It waswhile they were And there was the menace
waiting for Mrs. Murgeson to of the Hunter.
serve dessert that Miss Rose And the thought from afar
heard the footsteps overhead that told the Hunter, "Hur-
and she remembered that her ry .. .hurry .. .before it is too
sitting room was above the late..."
9
its march, its tiny steel feet of a key in the door and she
making red tracks on the dir- felt the aura that was Miss
ty floor as it retraced its Rose retreat before the
steps again and again through knife-edge yellow light that
the widening pool of liquid streamed into the room.
that spread from Mr. Hunt- "Go away," she sobbed. "I
er's prone figure. don't want any of you
She walked from the store, again . . . Ever.**
and her steps led her to the And it was done.
house, in the hall, an unim- Like an
inturning spiral,
portant figure said evening consciousness became a hard
meal would be ready in a few kernel outside of which
minutes and she deposited nothing existed and she
her coat on the bed and went heard him say, "That was
downstairs. There was a ta- fine and now I can be with
ble, and human objects about you forever. ." .
The strangest
thing about what !
THE INNOCENTS'
REFUGE
by Theodore L Thomas
(Author of "Trial Without Combat")
Science - Fictionist
W
TTJHEN HUGO
GERNSBACK
formed the Science
Fiction League back in 1934,
most recent gathering, Sam
Merwin Jr. was the guest
speaker. Merwin, who also
writes under the names of
Matt Lee and Carter Sprague,
one of the first to rally to the and who has been connected
cause was the Los Angeles editorially with Thrilling
group, forming a local chapter Wonder Stories, Startling
erf the League. Now, more Stories, Galaxy and the new
67
—
belong to any one nation." this, the first real world con-
Among the 400 delegates pres- vention, a big success. All ad-
ent was Professor Fred vance information and prog-
Whipple of Harvard. Profes- ress reports will be sent to
sor Whipple is responsible members, along with an at-
for the latest concept of the tractive membership card. The
universe which makes it al- fee is only $1 this time and
most double the previously the address is204 Wellmead-
conceived size. ow Road, Catford, London,
SE6, England.
THE 19 5 7 Transatlantic
Fan Fund is now getting IMMEDIATELY following
into full operation. Donald E.
the New York convention of
Ford informs us that eight 1956, a writer's conference was
American s-f fans have been held in Milford, Pa., spon-
nominated, one of whom will sored by Damon Knight, Cyril
be voted the official repre- Kornbluth and others. This
sentative of American science
year, following the London
affair, the "Biggercon" will
fiction to attend the 1957 Lon-
don World Science Fiction —
be held in Germany! It will
Convention. Those nominated be known as the "Big German
are Forrest J. Ackerman, Convention," and will be
sponsored by the Science Fic-
George Nims Raybin, Stuart
tion Club, "Deutschland," led
Hoffman, Ed McNulty, Dick
Ellington, Dick Eney, Boyd by Walter Ernsting, rabid
Raeburn, and Robert A. Ma- German fan. Forrest J. Acker-
dle. The one receiving the man, who is Honorary Presi-
most votes from qualified dent of the German group,
members of the science fic- will be Guest of Honor. Forry
tion world will receive an was previously Guest of Hon-
expense-paid round-trip to or at the First International
London, and will have the S-F Convention of 1951, held
honor and privilege of repre- in London.
senting all of American fan- THE FANZINES
dom. Information concerning
the TAFF fund can be ob- SCIENCE FICTION PA-
tained by writing to Don RADE (10£ a copy from
Ford, Box 19-T, RR 2, Wards Len J. Moffat, 5969 Lanto St.,
Corner Road, Loveland, Ohio. Bell Gardens, California). Pa-
And while we're on the sub- rade, a newcomer, is a maga-
ject of the London World zine which can unhesitatingly
Convention, not forget to
let's be recommended to the "out-
get your membership in as —
er-circle" reader that reader
soon as possible. The commit- whose knowledge of fandom
tee is working hard to make is slight or non-existant. It is
— — —
n
EXTRA
SPACE
PERCEPTION
Novelet by Buss WEnterboHam
(author of "Time's A Gorilla")
A SCRAWNY,
eled-faced crater
ger named Mike
raine left a couple of
looking rocks at the
Lor-
odd-
Casa
shriv-
dig- odd in the same way people
seem to sense all kinds of
things on the moon. Ace
measured the cubes with cali-
Conon, and as a result the pers. He gave them balance
moon was crazier than than tests and he stared at them
yesterday's mistakes. till he almost fell asleep.
The rocks were shaped like Every last measurement said
a pair of dice in fact, they
; they were true, but when Ace
were dice. And there was threw the dice, they turned
nothing odd in leaving a pair up exactly what he was
of dice at the Casa Conon, thinking. When he didn t
because this was the moon's think, they turned up ace-
ritziest gambling casino, ace, which was Ace himself,
where from earth de-
tourists He'd never seen anything
fied boldly what Ace Crosbi like it.
a drug. Not habit-formin', but bit won't hurt you, unless it's
you can get a whale of a jag polished up. Then it sorta
off a fistful of Staghorn." puts you to sleep. But if you
"You mean like marijuana carry a lot of it, you gotta
or something?" shield it, like uranium. I hap-
"Or something," said Lor- pened to have an ore bag
raine. "When I first found with me, so I got a coupte of
crystals and brought 'em
the lode, I went sound asleep.
made them dice out
I woke up runnin' around back. I
outside the cave without my of some of it."
ACE
**
CROSBIheld the
dice out to Lorraine. "I
ACE SIGNALED Dag
Scanlon as he passed
the bar. Dag, who had
won't have the things in my been chatting with Myrna,
place." rose and followed Ace to the
"Why not? They're good exit locks.
for a laugh." "I'm going out," Crosbi
"They're not legit." said. "I want you to come
Mike laughed again, very along."
loudly. "Since when has
a Scanlon nodded. The boss
cold-hearted gambler got needed protection after that
scruples? You take more off scene with Judd Beecher.
the tourists than the lunar Dag realized that the young
peep shows and give 'em less fellow who had been dressed
in return." so fancy hadn't been just
"I give entertain me nt, mouthing off when he talked
thrills. Sometimes about funerals.
a customer
even wins." The two men passed
through the locks and out on
"Tain't often."
the lunar street. It was well
"No," Crosbi agreed. "Not
lighted by a full earth which
often. Anyone who gambles hung almost directly south-
with a professional is bound
to lose eventually. That's
ward about forty-five de-
not grees between horizon and
because I'm crooked, or over*
ly skilled;
zenith. There were only a
the percentages
take care of me.
few pale street lamps and the
street was empty of traffic.
Lorraine rose to his feet. Most people used the sub-
"I don't want 'em back. Folks
terranean tunnels and the
tell me that besides bein' a monorail cars in traveling
gambler, you're smart; you from place to place in Crater
EXTRA SPACE PERCEPTION 87
A SUDDEN
Why
Ace.
thought struck
wasn't he able
to get those gleeful bits of
probably a few microbes.
More living individuals could
be found in a square mile of
Teq from Mike Lorraine? good rich land on Earth than
Was something intercepting existed on the entire lunar-
And why hadn't Mike shown surface !
mound, a
toward the craters that might
part of a foothill. Actually it
be the home of the Lost Set-
was simply a bubble that had
tlers. Something drew bim
not burst to form a crater.
—
eastward perhaps the same
Scaling its glassy walls,
force that had drawn the Lost
Settlers to the spot, and the Crosbi locked ahead, toward
force that had lured Mike a fully formed crater not a
Lorraine to make the discov- mile in diameter. At the bot-
ery that led to his doom. tom yawned a large hole, a
Crosbi approached the Y- pit. But it was not a natural
QUICK FREEZE
by Robert Silverberg
// leads off the May issue of
AY
"M
smiling
He
I come in?"
looked up
from the console,
hospitably.
thing, Ma'am."
"Sure
as the
The City
responsibility
Creative
City itself.
livedlong as
to
as
that shaft turned; it was her
make cer-
tain that the Machine never
"The supervisor said you stopped.
wouldn't mind helping me." "I'm Marcia Pell," she
She glided along the catwalk, said, "from the Creative
the most dazzlingly beautiful City. I'm writing a book—
woman he had ever seen. historical novel-^and I need
"We don't have visitors background material. You
very often; I'll be glad to know: the intimate feel of
show you around." His tone a worker's life in the caverns
was an honest reflection of --all that sort of thing."
deep pride in his responsibi- "I don't know much about
lity.To him the Machine books, Ma'am," he said awk-
was god, the beginning and wardly, a little embarrassed
the end of all things; his by the forthright display of
reason for being. Beyond the her^ physical beauty in the
catwalk he could see the skimpy, semi-transparent
turning shaft—a thousand worksuit that she wore.
tons of polished metal; a cyl- She laughed comfortably.
inder that sored through "Oh, I only want you to
the roof of the caverns into give me reality of detail. I
the upper levels, even as far pride myself on the factual
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!05
accuracy of my books. My
hero will be Sven Lang'don.
He's a somewhat legendary
figure, you know the leader —
of the last cavern revolt, be-
fore we developed our pre-
sent Classification System/'
Sven Langdon. legend- . .
ary figurecavern
. .
revolt
.
logue. But how can you stom- rights as a free man." She
ach this tripe on the Story- jammed her plastic writer so
channel?" furiously against the page of
her notebook that the imple-
"I never watch anything
ment broke in two. "I under-
stand Sven Langdon, now—
else."
"The material on the A and
so much richer, thoroughly. Such brutality
B programs is
must be exposed."
so much more informative."
He laughed uncomfortably. "I'm afraid I've given you
" " "
rine atmosphere for the rest the law keeps you in chains."
of his life —condemned to She put her hand on his
"
119
THE JANUS CITY
toward the console, Many times, not at all. That's
"I've sent for Mr. Pike. In why I don't watch the A or B
programs, think."
the meantime, perhaps we can
I
PLEASURE
ORBIT
by Winston K. Marks
Wherein a pair of Hollywood gals on a scavenger hunt try
to bring back a pair of spacemen . . .
THE green
MAN
tux
in
mounted
the grand piano and
the engaged in the business of
make-believe, let's see you
hold up the tradition of
held up his hands for atten- Hollywood and bring in some
tion. The revelers f ocussed on lulus!"
him through a fog of cham- He went on, "For a change,
pagne and cigaret smoke. we will pair off men together
"Time for the scavenger and ladies together. Hector
hunt/' green tux announced. Ford and Clifton Montgom-
There were moans and a few ery, your assignment is to
impolite sighs. "The assign-
ments are very easy, so the
—
bring back two lady wrest-
lers. Now, you see, that's
prize will go to the couple strictly a man's job, isn't it?"
that shows the most imagina- The little wave of boredom
tion in the selection of their vanished from the movie colo-
specimens. Since we are all nists. When Harry Hope gave
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122 SC1ENCE FICTION STORIES
a party, the saying went, if ously. "Not on your life, sis-
nothing else it was different. ter. I have an idea. Do you
"And our first team of lady have your boat here?"
scavengers will consist of Gloria nodded.
Gloria Gruen and Alata "Good ! No salt-water swab-
Smythe—" A went
ripple bies for us. Now over in Neva-
through the group. The two da..."
Academy Award winners,
fiery, lean Gloria "the THE NEW VEGAS airport
Blonde Whip" Gruen and was separated from the
flame-haired, voluptuous Ala- spaceport by a single long
ta "Miss Sine Wave of
'96" narrow building through
Smythe, each stepped for- which filtered all human traf-
ward in her own patented fic connected in any way with
method of locomotion and space travel from the Western
displayed the considerable Hemisphere.
"talents" of limb and torso Somewhere near the center
that had contributed so of the mile-long structure was
heavily in the winning of a magnificent bar, and among
their Oscars. half a thousand others patron-
"Girls, you have only to izing the expensive potables
round up two drunken sail- were two intrepid officers of
ors. Let's see what kind of the spaceship Orion. Except
news you can make without for a difference of one gold
the help of your publicity bar on their expensively tail-
agents—and no fair using ored, maroon uniforms they
knockout drops." were practically interchange-
able. They were small, deep-
HEunder
RUMMAGED around
deck and
the false
that, well, it's a quick way to
go. And it's better than stay-
came up with the standard ing in here and helping foul
low-pressure emergency mask up the air. It's no picnic to
required by craft powered to smother in carbon dioxide,
enter thin air. either. You turn black!"
Wally bleated, "You can't Her mouth opened and her
* —
hands sought her throat. "And tate him. He was made very
you're willing to — busy with the oxygen rigging.
He looked down, bit his lip Alata recovered first. "What,"
and said softly, "What else is she asked weakly, "do you
there do? Any spaceman
to want with our clothes?"
would do as much." He turned Casey told her, "For strips.
and scanned the cabin again. Tear them up into narrow
"But weVe got to find some- strips, a few inches wide for
thing to bind me with. Other- binding."
wise I'll bloat and bleed out
There was a moment of si-
before I can do any good out
lence, then the soft rustling
there."
of sheer fabric as Gloria be-
"Bleed out?" Alata repeat-
gan peeling. Alata asked, "Me,
ed with a morbid tone.
too?"
"Bleed out?" Casy sucked
hard on the back of his hand Casey said, "I'm afraid so.
and then showed them the That stuff won't go far."
crimson welt that appeared. Wally caught the idea,
"Space sucks at you like that, grasped the first garment and
all over, like a million leech- began tearing up the skirt.
es. Ruptures the capillaries, Casey took the first strips as
then your blood boils." they were produced and be-
Gloria shivered. "What can gan binding up his leg, around
we do?" and around. He made much of
Casey suddenly discovered the application, testing the
the two girls with his search- fabric carefully and pulling
ing eye. He let his gaze wan- it tightly as it would go.
der uncensored from slender Gloria's dress disappeared
ankles to bare shoulders. "I quickly. She had her slip over
I hate to suggest this, but
her head when a thought
well, hell, it's up to you." He
struck her. "Say, cloth isn't
frowned, then he slipped his air tight. What good will this
hand under his tunic and do?"
brought out his tiny service
weapon that fit the palm of "Not much good at all,"
his hand. "Here," he said, —
Casey said quickly, " after
floating it over to Gloria, about twenty seconds or so.
"just so you'll be sure we But that should be long
don't get any ideas." enough."
She picked it out of the air She finished removing the
and stared down at it. Casey slipand shuddered again.
said, "Now, if you'll let us "You've got nerve, sailor. I
have your —clothes." guess this isn't too much to
give to the cause. Come, Ala-
H E TURNED
signalled Wally
his back and
to imi-
ta. Give !You want to be bur-
ied in that thing?"
" —
it seemed furry.
Alata squealed, "What hap-
— CASEY, WHO
had given
pened?" Let me go Let me !
Alata a charitable shove
There was clank and a bump back into the lounge at the
that rocked the ship, and sud- last moment, held out both
denly lights flooded through hands and fluttered the color-
all ports. Human heads ful fringe of his wrappings.
sheathed in bubbles knocked "I haven't the foggiest idea,
against the bow transparency, officer. The bartender at the
and others stared through the Nevada Spaceport will verify
peripheral ports. Then the that Mr. Brady and I were
boat rocked as if buffeted by accosted by two strange la-
a heavy wind, and sounds dies around midnight, and
began penetrating the hull. they invited us for a little
There was a loud hammer- ride. We had no warning that
ing on the hatch. Casey float- —well, that this would hap-
ed to the instrument panel pen !"
and flipped the door-switch. "That what would happen?"
It came open reluctantly with the patrol captain shouted,
a sigh and a "thuck !" A white- and he nosed through the
jacketed patrol officer with bulkhead and looked aft. His
captain's rank on his shoul- grizzled chin dropped, and
der-boards swam in up to his his ej'ebrows disappeared in
waist. Such rescues in the the wrinkles of his tortured
borders of space that required forehead. Behind the tiny,
his presence as a qualified trembling hand-weapon was
spaceman, were relatively a pile of velvet cushions, be-
rare, and the displeasure was hind which was a floating
evident in his flushed face tumble of platinum hair and
and bristling gray scalp. a very bare shoulder, behind
"Yerunderarrest," he de- which wras a veritable cascade
clared bluntly, "violation 14 of flaming hair and consider-
—
of the " He recognized Wal- ably more bare anatomy of
ly's distinctive uniform. "Mis- highest quality.
ter, a spaceman should know Casey pointed a shrouded
132 SCIENCE FICTION STORIES
arm at the inarticulate girls, were opening and closing
"The blonde one got my pis- —
noislessly. "You ladies you —
tol away from me in a scuf- — look familiar," he said. Then
fle. Then they drank up our he clenched his eyes and put
whiskey and insisted on trus- a hand to his forehead. "Hol-
sing me up like this. Claimed lywood! I might have known
they were inventing a new it!"
charade called 'Daddy is a He turned back to Casey.
Mummy' ". "I guess I'll have to believe
He kicked a swaddled foot your story. No spaceman, let
at the bared escape hatch in alone an officer, would be
the deck. "When we tried to dumb enough to take off from
resist their will —
they kept— a spaceport of full jets, with
threatening to dump us both all the radar gear we have
out into the dark blue yon- screening the place. You peo-
der." He reached out and cap-
ple looked like a berseck mail
tured the whiskey bottle and
swished the remaining swal-
rocket. We got calls from
four states, and half the
low or two around to make North American Continental
his point. "They probably radar posts were tracking
won't make much sense until
you. No," he decided, "if you
they sober up. have your credentials with
you, I'll believe you. You
Wf ALLY WAS staring anx-
** iously
couldn't get that drunk."
at his chronome-
Casey turned to the ladies
ter when the patrol captain
and hiccuped solemnly. "If
snapped him rigid with, "And
there is undersirable publicity
you, mister! What do you from this incident," he stated,
say?"
"you will hear from our at-
Wally shook his head sad- torneys. A spaceman's dignity
ly. "Never spent such a night is not lightly impugned."
in my life. Would it be pro-
He beckoned
per to to his ship-
file kidnapping charges
under the circumstances?
mate. "Come, Wallace. We
That Is, if we don't have to must prepare a statement for
the press, so there will be no
spend too much time about it.
The Orion blasts off in a few misunderstanding."
hours. Mr. Fuller and I are As an afterthought, he
ship's company." moved back to Gloria and
"So we'd be obliged, sir, if plucked the weapon from her
you could put us down soon as limp fingers. As he leaned
possible," Casey added crisp- over her he whispered, "Fare-
ly. well, gorgeous. See you in the
The captain looked from headlines.
Casey, to Wally, then back
at the girls whose mouths
illustration by EMSH
HUNTING
MACHINE
by
Carol
Emshwiller
(author of "The
Piece Thing")
133
134 SCIENCE FICTION STORIES
beer for nothing out of the sealed by the warden and set
beer vendor and, golly, I for three birds, two deer and
guess we haven't paid for a one black bear. They had only
TV show for years. I mean, I the bear to go; now, Joe Mc-
know you can fix things Alister had unsealed the con-
right, only won't they know trols, released the governer
when we bring it back to be and changed the setting to
checked out?" brown bear, 1500 pounds.
"Look, these wardens are "I don't care," he said, "I
country boys, and besides, I want that bear."
can put this thing back so "Do you think he'll still be
nobody knows." there tomorrow?"
The gray-green thing Joe patted one of the long
squatted on its six legs where jointed legs of the thing. "If
Joe could lean over it; it he's not, ol' bitch here will
sensed that Ruthie's heart- find him for us."
beat had slowed almost nor-
mal, to and it heard her sigh.
"I guess you're pretty good
NEXT DAY, was clear and
cool, and Joe breathed
at this, huh, Joe?" She wiped big, expanding breaths and
her damp hands on her green patted his beginning paunch.
tunic. "That's the weight dial, "Yes sir," he said, "this is the
isn't it?" she asked, watching
him turn the top one.
—
day for something big some-
thing really big, that'll put
He nodded. "Fifteen hun- up a real fight."
dred pounds," he said slowly. He watched the red of the
"Oo, Wfes he really and true- sunrise fade out of the sky
ly that big?" while Ruthie turned on the
"Bigger." And now the stove and then got out her
thing felt Joe's heart and make-up kit. She put sun-stop
breathing surge. on her face, then powdered
They had been landed day it with a tan powder. She
before yesterday, with them blackened her eyelids and
geodesic tent, pnumatic purpled her lips; after that,
forms beds, automatic camp- she opened the stove and took
ing stove, and pocket air con- out two disposable plates
ditioner. Plus portable dis- with eggs and bacon.
posal automatic blow-up They sat in the automatic
chairs and tables, pocket TV blow-up chairs, at the auto-
set, four disposable hunting matic blow-up table. Joe said
costumes apiece (one for each that there was nothing like
day), and two folding guns North air to give you an ap-
with power settings. petite, and Ruthie said she
In addition, there was the bet they were sweltering back
bug-scat, go-snake, sun-stop, at the city. Then she giggled.
and the grey-green hunter, Joe leaned back in his chair
.
and sipped his coffee. "Shoot- turn his head tb the side and
ing deer is just like shooting talk into it.
a cow," he said. "No fight to "All right, houn' dog," he
'em at all. Even when ol' said, shoulder hunched and
hound here goads 'em, they head "get a move on,
tilted,
just want to run off. But this boy. Back to that spot where
bear's going to be different. we saw him yesterday. You
Of course bears are shy too, can pick up the scent from
but ol' hound knows what to there."
do about that." The hunting machine ran
"They say getting to be
it's on ahead of them. It went
so there aren't many of the faster than anything it might
big kind left." have to hunt. Two miles, three
"Yes, but one more won't
hurt. Think of a skin and
—
miles Joe and Ruthie were
left behind. They followed
head that size in our living the beam it sent back to
room. I guess anybody that them, walking and talking and
came in there would sure sit helping each other over the
up and take notice." rough spots.
"It won't match the cur- About eleven o'clock, Joe
tains," his wife said. stopped, took off his red
"I think what I'll do is pack hunting hat and mopped his
the skin up tight and leave it balding forehead with the new
somewhere up here, till the bandana he'd bought at Hunt-
warden checks us through. er's Outfitters in New York.
Then, maybe a couple of days It was then he got the signal.
later, I'll come back and get Sighted, sighted, sighted...
it." Joe leaned over his mike.
"Good idea." Ruthie had "Stick on him boy. How far
finished her coffee and was are you? Well, try to move
perfuming herself with bug- him down this way if you
scat. can." He turned to his wife,
"let's see, about three miles. .
'
X we'll take half hour out for
vV get
better started." lunch. Maybe we'll get there
They hung their folded up a couple of hours from now.
guns on their belts. They put How's it going, kid?"
their dehydrated, self heating "Swell," R-uthie said.
lunch in their pockets. They
slung on their cold-unit can- THE BIG
rocks by
bear sat on the
the stream. His
teens. They each took a pack-
et containing chair, table and front paws were wet almost
sun shade; then Joe fastened to the elbows. There were
on the little mike that con- three torn fishheads lying be-
troled the hunter. It fit on side him. He ate only the
his shoulder where he could best parts because he was a
136 SCIENCE FICTION STORIES
good fisher; and he looked, ute; then he fell back on all
now, into the clean cold fours and turned South again.
water for another dark blue He was shy and he wanted no
back that would pause on its trouble.
way upstream.
him
It wasn't a smell that
turn. He had
made
a keen nose,
JOE AND Ruthie kept on
walking North at their lei-
but the hunting machine was surely pace until just noon.
made to have no smell. It was Then they stopped for lunch
the grey dead lichen's crack- by the side of the same stream
el that made him look up. He the bear had waded, only
stood still, looking in the di- lower down. And they used
rection of the sound and its cold water on their dehy-
squinting his small eyes, but
it wasn't until it moved that
—
drated meal beef and onions,
mashed potatoes, a lettuce
he saw it. salad thatunfolded in the
Three quarters of a ton, he water Japanese paper
like
was; but like a bird, or a rab- flowers. There were coffee
bit,or a snake, the bear avoid- tablets that contained a heat-
ed things that were large ing unit too, and fizzled in
and strange. He turned back the water like firecracker
the way he always took, the fuses until the water was hot,
path to his rubbing tree and creamy coffee.
to his home. He moved The bear didn't stop to eat.
quietly and rapidly, but the Noon meant nothing to him.
thing followed. Now he moved with more
He doubled back to the purpose, looking back and
stream again, then, and waded squinting his small eyes.
down it on the opposite side The hunter felt the heart
—
from the thing but still it beat faster, the breathing
followed, needing no scent. heavy, pace increasing. Di-
Once the hunting machine rection generally South.
sighted, it never lost its prey. Joe and Ruthie followed
Heart beat normal respi- the signal until it suddenly
ration normal, it sensed. Size changed. It came faster; that
almost 1600 pounds. meant they were near.
The bear got out on the They stopped and unfolded
bank and turned back, calling their guns. "Let's have a cup
out in low growls. He stood of coffee first," Ruthie said.
up on his hind legs and "OK, Hon." Joe released
stretched his full higth. Al- the chairs which blew them-
most two men tall, he stood selves up to size. "Good to
and gave warning. take a break so we can really
The hunting machine wait- enjoy the fight."
ed twenty yards away. The Ruthie handed Joe a fiz-
bear looked at it a full min- zing cup of coffee. "Don't
HUNTING MACHINE 137
caverns, and the white sun we must fight for that, and
blazed through gapping holes die for it ifnecessary."
in the roof. The symbols conveyed no
Roger came, at last, to his meaning to Roger. He threw
Machine. The body of a wom- the book aside.
an lay across the console. He Once again, driven by a
flung it aside rudely, a thing sudden fury of terror, he
which profaned the sanctity tried to mend the shattered
of the temple. wires. Everything would be
He bent over the console all right, if only the shaft
and tried to knit the broken would turn again. He was cer-
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Index To Volume 7
July 1956— May 1957
•'All The Latest Improvements^ (parody)
L. Sprague dc Camp March '57 66
ANDREWS, ALFRED McCOY
Messiahs, the — Nov. '56
Artwork James Blish '56
July 46
ASIMOV, ISAAC
"How To Succeed At Science Fiction Without Reallv Trvinz"
(parody)— Nov. '56
Male Strikebreaker Jan. — '57
BINDER, EANDO
Galactic Gamble— March '57
BLISH, JAMES
—
Artwork July '56
Book Reviews (see "Readin' and Writhin'
")
BOOTH, IRWIN
Co-Incidence — Sept. '56
CHRISTOPHER, JOHN
Occupational Risk Jan. '57
Co-Incidence Irwin Booth
—
Sept. '56 121
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EMSHWILLER, CAROL
Hunting Machine — May '57
Extra Space Perception
Russ Winterbotham May '57 72
Fact is a Fact is a Fact, a (editorial)
Robert W. Lowndes Nov. '56 137
Fulfillment Thomas N. Scortia May '57 49
Galactic Chest Clifford D. Simak Sept. '56 20
Galactic Gamble Eando Binder March '57 58
Godling, Go Home Robert Silverberg Jan. '57 62
GARRETT, RANDALL
Book Reviews —Jan. '57
"Lest Darkness Fall" (parody)— S^pt. '56
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Saboteur, the July '56
Saturnalia — March '57
Homecalling Judith jierrfl. Nov. '56
How to Count on Your Fingers (article)
Frederik Pohl Sept. '56 85
Hunting Machine Carol Emshwiller May '57 133
Innocents' Refuge, the
Theodore L. Thomas May '57 63
Sept. '56
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WALTON, BRYCE
Dark of the Moon— March '57
Third City, the— July '56
Wapshot's Demon Frederik Pohl July '56 3
What Makes Them Run? (editorial)
Robert W. Lowndes Sept. '56 1
WINTERBOTHAM, RUSS
Extra Space Perception — May '57
Women's Work Murray Leinster Nov. '56 80
Zoological Specimen
A. Bertram Chandler May '57 23
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