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Page 102 text:
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SPECIMEN: BARELY HUMANOID by ALAN SWAYZE Flight Commander Andorran gazed wearily out of the porthole at the millions of galaxies swirling around the particular one he was in. The happenings of the last few days had been worrying him slightly. Deep in thought, he turned slowly away from the porthole and started to walk down the corridor to his room. The powerful ceiling lights lit up his bright scarlet skin and made his small green eyes blink, even though he had been in the Cremm Seclusia II for over a solar year now. Upon reaching the small metal door to his room, he stopped for awhile, and then slowly entered. Lying down on his bunk he started to ruminate over his problem. His mind flashed back over the last few solar days. His ship and crew had been sent from Caedus to explore a few unimportant solar systems, to see if any of their planets were suitable for colonization. The Cremm Seclusia II had just entered a small unimposing solar system. Of its planets, only two were of considerable size, and these were un¬ inhabitable for gravitational reasons. Then they had reached a small planet covered with large areas of blue. Dubiously, a search party had been sent down to seek out any life. Andorran, himself, had positioned his craft over the north¬ west segment of a huge non-blue mass. He himself had given the order to disembark. With an effort, he jerked himself back to the present. He shook his head to waken his thought and his large dangling ears flapped noisily against his cheeks. He arose and went to his desk. Removing the Chief Scout ' s report, he started to read. From the sky, as we landed, we could see an over¬ abundance of large greenish vegetation (which upon later examination proved to consist of great multitudes of tiny green needles, miraculously stuck into big sticks in the ground.) We tested the air as our usual precaution. The atmosphere proved to be deadly poisonous nitrogenia. Donning our breathing units, we disembarked from the ship. Immed¬ iately after doing so, we heard, to our astonishment, great loud, chirping creakings and whistlings. (Our biologist later attributed this to various forms of insect life.) Large mountains were visible all around us, many with a white covering on their upper altitudes. And, curiously enough, in the valleys between these mountains were long winding strips of a black material, presumably a natural phenomenon. There were many flying creatures in the air, with no visible means of propulsion, other than their fore¬ limbs, which is, of course, a ridiculous idea. When we had landed, the planet ' s sun had just risen. Having searched until it was overhead, and not having found a humanoid, or anything for that matter, we decided to return to the craft. On our return to the ship, however, we encountered a specimen which is now on board ship. It was first seen pulling small blue bead-like objects from some low vegetation, and attempting to eat them. It was half-standing at the time. When if saw us, it fell down on all fours, (being a quadruped), and attempted to hide from us. When we sur¬ rounded it, however, if dropped this timorous attitude, and contested firecely with us, rising on its hind legs and lashing out with its forelimbs, making loud unintelligible noises. We soon overcame it with a stun-ray and a de-gravitizer, and transported it back to the craft. It has given us no trouble, and is now safely secured in Cell R8. Signed, Chief Scout Estraxon. After reading the report slowly, absorbing all the detailed information, Andorran placed it into its light metal folder. He picked up the Research Chief ' s report on the new speciman. Returning to his bunk, he immediately became lost in the myriad of sentences strung together on the thin piece of blue celluloid. To begin with, this specimen is quite backward and ex¬ tremely stupid. Although he is almost humanoid, he and his compatriots would hardly be worth our while to attempt to educate or colonize. He is a little over six peds tall. His speech is completely unintelligible and comes out in loud guttural noises, often offensive to the ears. He is partially covered by a coating of brown hair, considerably thicker in some areas. According to universal standards, this means he is a member of the mammalia family. At present he refuses all food, but strangely, seems to be growing no weaker. Incidentally, his unintellibigle speech comes in the form of pleas, presumably for his release. After serious thought and study of Chief Scout Estraxon ' s report, I would advocate his release, if it weren ' t for the regulations. I would think that he is one of the most advanced specimens on his planet, and predict that he will progress no further. This latter point should rule out any ideas of colonization in a few hundred solar years. It is a pity that this specimen must be dealt with in the usual way. After all, he ' s not like us, but he is barely humanoid. Signed, Chief of Research, Sikkim Litoris. Andorran stared at the last sentence for a few moments. Then he rose up and deposited the blue celluloid report in its folder and left the room. He paced the corridors for some time. He knew that it was his duty to report any advanced forms of life on planets he had explored. But he also knew that this specimen, if found unsuitable (as it had already been deemed by Litoris), would undoubtedly be destroyed so as to obliterate all traces of any visit of Cremm Seclusia II to the planet. In the past, this had happened over a hundred times, but those specimens had been extremely backward both mentally and physically, and are hardly worth remembering. Those specimens that had been promising humanoid in characteristics had been conquered, exploited, and eventually enslaved. Perhaps it was better for a planet to be backward. He shifted the problem from his mind for a while. He did not have to contact his superiors on Caedus for one and a half solar hours. Deciding to relax, he went to the cafetorium and had a cup of instant coffee. Suddenly, he sat staring into its murky depths, the thoughts of those innocent specimens of the past he had been forced to liquidate piled up in his mind in a pyramid of revulsion. Crushing his magnesium cup into a ball, he strode quickly to Cell R8. After giving the order for the barely humanoid” specimen ' s release, he dashed to the communications room, two tempors late. He hoped, as he received the ice-cold ship- to-base radio in his hand, that he would be able to fabricate a believable story. But of course! ... and the only life worth reporting on this, the third planet from the sun, were flying animals with no visible means of propulsion, other than ... The Scout craft rose high into the upper stratosphere in a few seconds, leaving the specimen looking up, bewildered and scared, into the soon-empty sky. A few minutes later, a small blue vehicle came roaring down that phenomenal, long, winding, black strip — the Jasper-Banff Highway. A small humanoid-looking boy looked out of the vehicle s side window, and saw the specimen crouching in the bushes. Look, Daddy! Look, Mommy! Stop the car, quick! Look! There ' s a grizzly bear.
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ALABAMA ABE by Ian Robertson — 9-37 As soon as I neared the surging mob, I sensed the hatred it had for the Negro family which had just moved into our predominately white neighbour¬ hood. Several white leaders, seething with hostility, spurred us on to more malicious acts. Old Abe Jackson appeared in the doorway of the house and screeched at us to get off his property. When several whiskey bottles ex¬ ploded near his head, he roared some obscenity at us and returned to his house. Filled with rancor, we began to spread gasoline around the Negro’s home. Finally our leader, half-crazy with hate, tossed a match into the pools of gas. Through the swirling flames we saw an old man with several other figures kneeling on the floor. Some of the more fanatical “white-power advocates went away satisfied, but others like myself were wondering what we had done. COURAGE by Wendy Rodgers What is courage? Do we know? Is it a tear that doesn’t show? Or is it something hidden within Way down deep below the skin? What is courage? Tell me please. Can it be bought, like Bread or cheese? No. Courage is something wonderful, Something you cannot give, But is kept inside your inner heart, All the days you live. Courage is when you hide your fear, Even when you’re dying, Or when you laugh to protect yourself. Even if inside you ' re crying. Courage is being able to face, All your lifetime of disgrace. Courage is being able to laugh, When you have a tear-stained face. Yes. Courage is something wonderful, Something you cannot give. But is kept inside your inner heart, All the days you live. PAGE 99
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