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Fantasite, v. 2, issue 5, whole 11, May-June 1943
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THE FANTASITE .... 19 circles under my eyes, great muscles sagging. The reason is clear... Master, the metal screen is blank. You have not spoken since my last Sleeping Period. What shall I do? I am desperate. The food chute is empty; I am getting hungry... ***** Master, I am horribly afraid. The strange white light is failing--I think it is going out! What then? Over in the corner is a bizarre specimen of humanity. Perhaps it isn't human at all. It fell through the hole in the ceiling. It is not a man, so it must be an alien creature. The thing is rather beautiful and frail, lacking muscular development. It wears folds of colored fabric which are ripped and torn, revealing satiny white flesh. The creature appears to have been hurt, but I cannot mend what is broken. I was startled when it plunged down from above, struck the heap of rubble and slid to the floor. Luckily the pile of slate and masonry broke its fall, or the thing might have been fatally injured. It lay there a long time, not moving. Amazed, I ran to inspect this alien. I can say quite frankly that it gave me a hideous shock, for outsiders are utterly unknown to me. It lay on its back, mouth hanging open, a trickle of blood on its forearm, but there are some terrible bruises I cannot remedy. I am no doctor.... The creature has long, silky hair that is almost red, if you can imagine such a thing. Its face is soft and lifeless... I cannot explain why, but I lifted the creature from the floor; it weighs scarcely nothing! As it lay in my arms it quivered suddenly and raised its head. The eyelids opened slowly, it stared around dazedly, as any human being would, I supposed, under similar conditions. Then it saw me. The greenish eyes widened with terror. The crimson mouth widened and a blast of hideous sound shook my chamber and echoed dismally through the long corridors. It fought to break my hold, face convulsed with horror; then it fainted, went limp in my arms. I carried it to the far corner, where it lies now. Master, it is afraid of me. Why? I have not harmed it. Perhaps the thing is an oriental--perhaps the sight of an educated man stunned it. You have told me, Master, how ignorant are the orientals, how cruel and barbarous....Yet, that creature does not seem to possess cruel qualities; it is too weak and helpless. This unusual situation has aroused within me strange passions and a singular suspicion. A living, breathing creature so different it might be from another planet. Perhaps that is the answer. I think I shall try to help the poor thing. Obviously it will soon need food, and so shall I. The chute is empty....
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THE FANTASITE .... 19 circles under my eyes, great muscles sagging. The reason is clear... Master, the metal screen is blank. You have not spoken since my last Sleeping Period. What shall I do? I am desperate. The food chute is empty; I am getting hungry... ***** Master, I am horribly afraid. The strange white light is failing--I think it is going out! What then? Over in the corner is a bizarre specimen of humanity. Perhaps it isn't human at all. It fell through the hole in the ceiling. It is not a man, so it must be an alien creature. The thing is rather beautiful and frail, lacking muscular development. It wears folds of colored fabric which are ripped and torn, revealing satiny white flesh. The creature appears to have been hurt, but I cannot mend what is broken. I was startled when it plunged down from above, struck the heap of rubble and slid to the floor. Luckily the pile of slate and masonry broke its fall, or the thing might have been fatally injured. It lay there a long time, not moving. Amazed, I ran to inspect this alien. I can say quite frankly that it gave me a hideous shock, for outsiders are utterly unknown to me. It lay on its back, mouth hanging open, a trickle of blood on its forearm, but there are some terrible bruises I cannot remedy. I am no doctor.... The creature has long, silky hair that is almost red, if you can imagine such a thing. Its face is soft and lifeless... I cannot explain why, but I lifted the creature from the floor; it weighs scarcely nothing! As it lay in my arms it quivered suddenly and raised its head. The eyelids opened slowly, it stared around dazedly, as any human being would, I supposed, under similar conditions. Then it saw me. The greenish eyes widened with terror. The crimson mouth widened and a blast of hideous sound shook my chamber and echoed dismally through the long corridors. It fought to break my hold, face convulsed with horror; then it fainted, went limp in my arms. I carried it to the far corner, where it lies now. Master, it is afraid of me. Why? I have not harmed it. Perhaps the thing is an oriental--perhaps the sight of an educated man stunned it. You have told me, Master, how ignorant are the orientals, how cruel and barbarous....Yet, that creature does not seem to possess cruel qualities; it is too weak and helpless. This unusual situation has aroused within me strange passions and a singular suspicion. A living, breathing creature so different it might be from another planet. Perhaps that is the answer. I think I shall try to help the poor thing. Obviously it will soon need food, and so shall I. The chute is empty....
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