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Milty's Mag, December 1944
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MIlty's Mag Page two All of them dull creatures moving mindlessly thru their lives in a stinking, jarring city, while in the big halls the stellar governments send their fleets out to train for a war. There will be no more wars. That's what they said ..... How they'll run and scramble when it starts........... The newsboard there on the corner with the words crawling across it...... The shps move thru space ..... The drums are beating in the distance, and a few people pause, startled, as they dimly hear them. Then they escape into the nearest bar for another drink. So..... There will be a war, and I will be in it. The Fate Juggernaut. The inevitable. The effect of the causes and unstoppable. And I'll be in, and that will be the end of everything. You spend your life in labor, s eat, sleeplessness, study. To finish school so you could be somebody. Somebody like Carson, of atomic energy, or Adler, of space travel. Work your brain until it hurts, work you eyes til they're blind so you can be a great person, so the greatness inside you can have a chance to come outside. So .. smash .. the war comes to smash you and your plans and your work, and it catches you up in its machinery and all of you has gone to waste. Waste. Waste. Dammit. All of it wasted. Biting his lips, he struck his fist against the palm of his hand, because he was nineteen years old and it hurt him so much. And yet, when the Sirian fleet sailed into the Alcon region, some perversity inside him clawed and dragged him to the enlistment office, where he signed onto the Alcon Fleet, and in a few months it was work, sweat, study, burning eyes and numbed mind all again like it had been before.
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MIlty's Mag Page two All of them dull creatures moving mindlessly thru their lives in a stinking, jarring city, while in the big halls the stellar governments send their fleets out to train for a war. There will be no more wars. That's what they said ..... How they'll run and scramble when it starts........... The newsboard there on the corner with the words crawling across it...... The shps move thru space ..... The drums are beating in the distance, and a few people pause, startled, as they dimly hear them. Then they escape into the nearest bar for another drink. So..... There will be a war, and I will be in it. The Fate Juggernaut. The inevitable. The effect of the causes and unstoppable. And I'll be in, and that will be the end of everything. You spend your life in labor, s eat, sleeplessness, study. To finish school so you could be somebody. Somebody like Carson, of atomic energy, or Adler, of space travel. Work your brain until it hurts, work you eyes til they're blind so you can be a great person, so the greatness inside you can have a chance to come outside. So .. smash .. the war comes to smash you and your plans and your work, and it catches you up in its machinery and all of you has gone to waste. Waste. Waste. Dammit. All of it wasted. Biting his lips, he struck his fist against the palm of his hand, because he was nineteen years old and it hurt him so much. And yet, when the Sirian fleet sailed into the Alcon region, some perversity inside him clawed and dragged him to the enlistment office, where he signed onto the Alcon Fleet, and in a few months it was work, sweat, study, burning eyes and numbed mind all again like it had been before.
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