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Spacewarp, v. 5, issue 4, whole no. 28, July 1949

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[image: filling the right-hand third of the page is a line drawing of a female form showing an elaborate headdress, a crown, epaulettes that stick up, a band around the upper arm, and a decorated bikini]
scientists -- for I have two brains! Venn der Priestess stabbed me, my body died -- but my double mind took over this Igor-body you provided.....and now it iss beyond your power to destroy me!"  He flexed mighty muscles in vigorous triumph as his voice roared at the cringing Master.

The Master slammed the visi-screen off. He was shaking with senile rage. "Then..." he grated, "...they shall ALL die! The Polarians will never add the Green Planet to their idiotic democracy...and the Priestess and von Heine shall not live to defy me!"

He hurried to a huge adjoining chamber, where titanic apparatus lay under the dust of centuries -- machinery whose science was eons forgotten yet whose effects were legendary in Kartan.
The Master brushed cobwebs from huge control panels, set certain levers in their slots, turned creaking handwheels and adjusted vernier knobs, And above him, on the surface of the Kartan world, a mountain crumbled away to reveal huge, glittering electrode-like structures.

Gibbering insanely, the Master closed a switch. And then the sky reeled crazily, and waves of sound followed shock-waves; the gloomy land of Kartan was bathed in light, brilliance blazing brighter than the eye could endure.

And a ravening bold of pure energy twisted the very fabric of space itself into a dimension-wrenching helix which slowly, then swiftly and more swiftly, arrowed toward the unsuspecting Earth with its cargo of planet-wide destruction.

Frothing and babbling, the Master of Kartan dropped back into his mighty jewel-studded throne, glazing eyes fixed on the telescreen that mirrored his dying triumph.

*  *  * 
AND IN A small, rude spacecraft plunging ever nearer to the red-brown disc of Mars, Glover Mackintosh, jarred from his hypnotic trance by the blow on his head, stared unbelievingly out the window of the control room at the starry void surrounding the doomed and falling rocket ship.
-- END OF PART SEVEN --
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The author of this thrilling installment of "STF Broadcasts Again!" will be revealed in the August issue of SPACEWARP. THe preceding installment, which appeared in the June WARP, was written by
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[image: filling the right-hand third of the page is a line drawing of a female form showing an elaborate headdress, a crown, epaulettes that stick up, a band around the upper arm, and a decorated bikini] scientists -- for I have two brains! Venn der Priestess stabbed me, my body died -- but my double mind took over this Igor-body you provided.....and now it iss beyond your power to destroy me!" He flexed mighty muscles in vigorous triumph as his voice roared at the cringing Master. The Master slammed the visi-screen off. He was shaking with senile rage. "Then..." he grated, "...they shall ALL die! The Polarians will never add the Green Planet to their idiotic democracy...and the Priestess and von Heine shall not live to defy me!" He hurried to a huge adjoining chamber, where titanic apparatus lay under the dust of centuries -- machinery whose science was eons forgotten yet whose effects were legendary in Kartan. The Master brushed cobwebs from huge control panels, set certain levers in their slots, turned creaking handwheels and adjusted vernier knobs, And above him, on the surface of the Kartan world, a mountain crumbled away to reveal huge, glittering electrode-like structures. Gibbering insanely, the Master closed a switch. And then the sky reeled crazily, and waves of sound followed shock-waves; the gloomy land of Kartan was bathed in light, brilliance blazing brighter than the eye could endure. And a ravening bold of pure energy twisted the very fabric of space itself into a dimension-wrenching helix which slowly, then swiftly and more swiftly, arrowed toward the unsuspecting Earth with its cargo of planet-wide destruction. Frothing and babbling, the Master of Kartan dropped back into his mighty jewel-studded throne, glazing eyes fixed on the telescreen that mirrored his dying triumph. * * * AND IN A small, rude spacecraft plunging ever nearer to the red-brown disc of Mars, Glover Mackintosh, jarred from his hypnotic trance by the blow on his head, stared unbelievingly out the window of the control room at the starry void surrounding the doomed and falling rocket ship. -- END OF PART SEVEN -- ______________ The author of this thrilling installment of "STF Broadcasts Again!" will be revealed in the August issue of SPACEWARP. THe preceding installment, which appeared in the June WARP, was written by [boxed text: text blotted out]