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Fanfare, November 1950
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ALMOST HUMAN by SID GLUCK NSHARE THERE WAS night in the forest, and all was quiet. There was movement in the night, movement unseen and unfelt. Overhead, thin clouds slipped silently across the stars. Foul odors arose from the noisome water where in some long gone yesterday the sun heat had stirred the elements of protoplasm into life, where a vast, hovering spirit worked callously toward some dim purpose. Suddenly, from out of the black, a shadow came. Its hands reached out and caught a throat. And they pulled upon it. And broke it. And the shadow joined the other shadows of the night. And all was quiet in the forest. It made a thumping noise as it walked. A heavy, hollow thumping noise. It did not breathe, nor did it talk. It did not live, for it was not human. It just thumped---thumped through the forest. And as It thumped, It thought, as much as one of its kind and shape could think. There is no light in the forest, It thought. It could not see where to go. It had to follow the thing known as Its Nose. It smelled blood! There was blood in the forest. There was death in the forest. And after a while, It came upon a body lying on the road. The body was a dead one, and there was much blood all about the body. It thwacked Itself on the road, directly atop the dead body, and It drained the body of its blood. And, after that, It devoured the body, until both shapes were one. Now It had a brain. The dead man's brain. There was life nearby, It realized. There was a house by the end page 14
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ALMOST HUMAN by SID GLUCK NSHARE THERE WAS night in the forest, and all was quiet. There was movement in the night, movement unseen and unfelt. Overhead, thin clouds slipped silently across the stars. Foul odors arose from the noisome water where in some long gone yesterday the sun heat had stirred the elements of protoplasm into life, where a vast, hovering spirit worked callously toward some dim purpose. Suddenly, from out of the black, a shadow came. Its hands reached out and caught a throat. And they pulled upon it. And broke it. And the shadow joined the other shadows of the night. And all was quiet in the forest. It made a thumping noise as it walked. A heavy, hollow thumping noise. It did not breathe, nor did it talk. It did not live, for it was not human. It just thumped---thumped through the forest. And as It thumped, It thought, as much as one of its kind and shape could think. There is no light in the forest, It thought. It could not see where to go. It had to follow the thing known as Its Nose. It smelled blood! There was blood in the forest. There was death in the forest. And after a while, It came upon a body lying on the road. The body was a dead one, and there was much blood all about the body. It thwacked Itself on the road, directly atop the dead body, and It drained the body of its blood. And, after that, It devoured the body, until both shapes were one. Now It had a brain. The dead man's brain. There was life nearby, It realized. There was a house by the end page 14
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