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AUTHENTIC PUBLICATIONS. INC.. l45 West 57th Street. New York 17. N. Y.
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Vol. 1, No. 1
VORTEX
SCIENCE
FICTION
ALEXANDER GROSS,
Publisher
CHESTER WHITEHORN, Editor
TWENTY COMPLETE STORIES - NO REPRINTS
LOVE AFFAIR
by Derflo Leppoc
2
TOURIST ON MINOTAUR MOON
by Milton Lesser
6
BEST MAN
by H. E. Verett
21
SUNSET FOR PAWNS
by F. Anton Reeds
23
FAIR EXCHANGE
by L. Major Reynolds
30
HOMECOMING
..by Alfred Coppel
37
THE GIFT
by K. R. Veenstra
60
STABILITY
by Lester Del Rey
63
OMEGA
by Fred Sorrel
78
VISITOR FROM KOS
by Harry J. Gardener
85
OLD PURPLY-PUSS
by Sylvia Jacobs
90
THE LAST ANSWER
by Bryce Walton
101
RED CHROME
by Bert Ahearne
112
THE MITR
by Jack Vance
116
JHN'AH OHR
by E. Everett Evans
123
THE HONEYMOON
by Charles E. Fritch
128
THE GOOD PILOT
by Albert Hernhuter
133
MURMUR OF DAWN
..by Anna Sinclare
140
THE TIME CONTRAPTION
by Anthony Rikor
146
DEALER'S CHOICE
by S. A. Lombino
154
Copyrirht 1953 by the publishers. Specific Fiction Corp., 145 W. 57th Street, New York
19, N. T. The publisher assume* no responsibility for unsolicited manuscripts.
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Love
Affair
By DERFLA LEPPOC
The Watcher was too human
for his job — the girl,
too human to live.
T HE first time I saw her, she
perhaps, for the killing energy to
stop her, not knowing that the sight
of her had made me neglectful of
my trust.
They are different, these wild ones
from the ruins. How different from
us, I could not have known that
sullen twilight when she first ap-
peared. I knew, of course, that I
should have stopped her, destroyed
her, and then reported it to the
great machine in the City. That was
my duty as a watcher. Instead, I
stood in the rain forest under
the watchtower with the slanting sun
glistening in her hair. She wore ani-
mal skins and her flesh was burned
brown from the sun. I knew her for
one of the lost ones from beyond
the hills, where the ruins smoulder
near the sea.
She stood, ragged and unmain-
tainned, a sorry figure on the rain-
soaked earth, looking up at the sum-
met of
the
watchtower.
Waiting,
VORTEX
opened the portal below and took
her in out of the forest. I can't say
why. The sight of her overcame
many things. My conditioning must
have been faulty. I did not want to
destroy her. I saw her and wanted
her for my own.
The tower, of course, sought to
reject her. I was forced to deactivate
the alpha screens and the suppressor
circuits. Even then, the tower's dis-
pleasure was almost tangible.
She was one of those called the
middle people. The unfortunate sav-
ages that came into being after the
End and before the start of the Age
of Machines. The lost ones, half-
finished and archaic—racial remind-
ers of the bitter people who caused
the End and the ruins of the hum-
ming air that polluted metal and set
the counters clicking a threnody.
When she saw me coming down
the ramp toward her, she raised her
weapon and backed against the wall
of the tower. I stopped and made
a gesture of friendship. It was not
understood. I tried to communicate
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