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He found a park and walking through it, came across a bench shielded from the Street by a clump of bushes. He sat down and unfolded the paper he had taken from the restaurant, turned its pages back until he found the front page.
And there the story was.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
THE headline said: WE ARE BEING TAKEN OVER! The drop read: PLOT BY SUPERMEN REVEALED.
And under that: Superhuman Race Among Us; Mystery of Everlasting Razor Blades Solved.
And the story:
WASHINGTON (Special) — The greatest danger the human race has faced in all the years of its existence — a danger which may reduce all of us to slavery — was revealed today in a joint a
The joint a
Simultaneous a
The a
A mutant, in the sense in which the word is here used, is a human being who has undergone a sudden variation, the child differing from the parent, as opposed to the gradual change by which the human race has evolved to its present form. The variation, in this case, has not been noticeably physical; that is, a mutant is indistinguishable, so far as the eye is concerned, from any other human. The variation has been mental, with the mutant possessing certain skills which the normal human does not have — certain "wild talents," the a
(See adjoining column for full explanation of mutancy.)
The a
The mutant group, it was revealed, has been under investigation by various governmental and independent agencies for several years and the findings, when correlated, showed unmistakably that a definite campaign was under way to take over the entire world. The formal a
The a
"There is no occasion for apprehension," the a
To aid the world governments in their campaign against the intentions of the mutants, the a
I — Keep your head. Do not give way to hysteria.
2- Refrain from using any mutant-manufactured items.
3- Refuse to buy any mutant-manufactured items. Persuade others against their use or purchase.
4 — Immediately inform the FBI of any suspicious circumstances which might have a bearing upon the situation.
The a
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Vickers did not turn to Page 11. Instead he studied the rest of the front page.
There was the story which explained mutation and the complete text of the a
There were a half dozen bulletins. He began to read them:
NEW YORK (AP) — Mobs today swept through the city armed with axes and iron bars. They swarmed into gadget shops, destroying the merchandise, smashing the fixtures. Apparently no one was found in any of the shops. One man was killed, but it was not believed he was co
WASHINGTON (UP) — A mob early today attacked and killed a man driving a Forever car. The car was smashed.
LONDON (INS) — The government today threw heavy guards around several housing development projects containing a number of the prefabricated houses attributed to mutant manufacture.
"The people who purchased these houses," said an explanation accompanying the order, "purchased them in good faith. They are in no way co
The fourth:
ST. MALO, FRANCE (Reuters) — The body of a man was found hanging from a lamp post at dawn today. A placard with the crude lettering of «Mutant» was pi
Vickers let the paper fall from his hand. It made a ragged tent upon the ground.
He stared out across the park. Morning traffic was flowing by on the roadway a block away. A boy came along a walk, bouncing a ball as he walked. A few pigeons circled down through the trees and strutted on the grass, cooing gently.
Normal, he thought. A normal human morning, with people going to work and kids out playing and the pigeons strutting on the grass.
But underneath it a current of savagery. Behind it all, behind the fa‡ade of civilization, the present was crouching in the cave, lying in ambush against the coming of the future. Lying in wait for himself and A
Thank God that no one had thought to co
But for the moment he was safe. How long he would remain safe was another matter.
Now what?
He considered it.
Steal a car and continue his trip?
He didn't know how to steal a car; he would probably bungle
But there was something else — something else that needed doing right away.
He had to get the top.
He had left it in the car and he'd have to get it back.
But why risk his neck to get the top?
It didn't make much sense. Come to think of it, it made no sense at all. Still, he knew that he had to do it.
Crawford's warning about not driving the car hadn't made sense either at the time he read it. He had disregarded it and had felt uneasy about disregarding it, had known, against all logic, that he was wrong in not paying it attention. And in this particular case, at least, logic had been wrong and his feeling — his hunch, his premonition, his intuition, call it what you would
— had been right.
He had wondered, he remembered, if there might not be a certain sense which would outweigh logic and reason, if within his brain a man might not have another faculty, a divining faculty, which would outdate the old tools of logic and of reason. Maybe that was what it was. Maybe that was one of the wild talents that the mutants had.
Maybe that was the sense that told him, without reason, without logic, that he must get back the top.