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Dawn, whole no. 5, August 1949
Page 12
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Only Bint Chedo smiled weakly back at him despite the shock and horror in his eyes. "It's all the fault of that nasty Ani Pehl," he heard one man whisper to another. "I warned my woman that stirring up the brutish ancestral memories would do this. 11am is so changed and unmasculine!" "I just wish the women would stop experimenting," agreeded his companion, a puffy checked little squab of a man. "IT wasamusing to see him playing the fool. I've always disliked 11am but this brutality to these unsuspecting women" My space! Bolton was dazed. All the pirates were down and woudl behelpless for at least an hour longer. In that time they could again contract the pleasure spacer and turn thepirates over to the larger craft's crew. He had saved the men from a life that surely would have been distateeful at the very best. And yet he was shunned and avoided by the soft eyed men as though afflicted with a bad case ofcrusting space rash. He shrugged his gracefully round shoulders and wont to the unfamiliar controls of the outlaw spacer... The LUHUABA's medic withdrew the flexible crystal-clear needle and her teeth released her lower lip. The only other person in the shining little room type cabin was Mari Druan, the woman who was now explaining that Bolton was her chosen man. "We were curious as to what results Ani Pehl's serum might achieve," she was explaining."We'd tested it before on women but they seemed loss susceptible---had strange horrifying visions and dreams---so when you volunteered, we agree "The serum is designed to tap the inherited ancestral memories locked within every human's brain. And it worked perfectly with you probably because a man's weaker, less-complex brain, offers less resistance for the time you were another person completely." Bolton felt his head swimming as the counteracting flood raced through his body. The handsome short haired woman's face wavered distortedly, receding swiftly. For a moment he seemed to be two people. He heard himself, the effeminate self gasping in sudden terror. He screamed and slumped down, overcome by the ordeal his so-delicate nerves had just endured, and Mari Druan's strong arms clasped him. In a moment he would be having hysterics. . . And then ^[he] was in his hammock again on the Moon-Earth spacer chuckling in his sleep at some joke he'd never remember. THE END.. [image: cartoon: images of 4 faces including a sphynx]
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Only Bint Chedo smiled weakly back at him despite the shock and horror in his eyes. "It's all the fault of that nasty Ani Pehl," he heard one man whisper to another. "I warned my woman that stirring up the brutish ancestral memories would do this. 11am is so changed and unmasculine!" "I just wish the women would stop experimenting," agreeded his companion, a puffy checked little squab of a man. "IT wasamusing to see him playing the fool. I've always disliked 11am but this brutality to these unsuspecting women" My space! Bolton was dazed. All the pirates were down and woudl behelpless for at least an hour longer. In that time they could again contract the pleasure spacer and turn thepirates over to the larger craft's crew. He had saved the men from a life that surely would have been distateeful at the very best. And yet he was shunned and avoided by the soft eyed men as though afflicted with a bad case ofcrusting space rash. He shrugged his gracefully round shoulders and wont to the unfamiliar controls of the outlaw spacer... The LUHUABA's medic withdrew the flexible crystal-clear needle and her teeth released her lower lip. The only other person in the shining little room type cabin was Mari Druan, the woman who was now explaining that Bolton was her chosen man. "We were curious as to what results Ani Pehl's serum might achieve," she was explaining."We'd tested it before on women but they seemed loss susceptible---had strange horrifying visions and dreams---so when you volunteered, we agree "The serum is designed to tap the inherited ancestral memories locked within every human's brain. And it worked perfectly with you probably because a man's weaker, less-complex brain, offers less resistance for the time you were another person completely." Bolton felt his head swimming as the counteracting flood raced through his body. The handsome short haired woman's face wavered distortedly, receding swiftly. For a moment he seemed to be two people. He heard himself, the effeminate self gasping in sudden terror. He screamed and slumped down, overcome by the ordeal his so-delicate nerves had just endured, and Mari Druan's strong arms clasped him. In a moment he would be having hysterics. . . And then ^[he] was in his hammock again on the Moon-Earth spacer chuckling in his sleep at some joke he'd never remember. THE END.. [image: cartoon: images of 4 faces including a sphynx]
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