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Fantascience Digest, v. 1, issue 5, July-August 1938

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FANTASCIENCE DIGEST     Page 8

will you?" he asked. "I don't want to damage them."

"Hey!" I protested. "You're not going to shoot me with that hing, are you?"

"Why, no," he said in a hurt voice. "How could you think such a thing? Just a bit more to the left. Thaaaat's it."

He squeezed the trigger. There was a roar and a flash and I felt a ringing in my ears.

The clerk peered in my direction, craning his neck in a comical manner. "What ever became of you?" he asked, speaking to a point several feet from where I was standing.

"You might have warned me you were going to make such a racket," I said. "I should have held my ears. And what do you mean 'what ever became of me'? Did the explosion injure your eyesight? I'm right here."

"Where?"

"Here!" I said testily.

"You were, maybe, but not now. Look in the mirror."

I looked.

"I don't see anything."

"That's just the point."

"What's just he point?"

"That is. There's nothing to see. Not even you. You're gone. See?"

I saw. Or, rather, I didn't see. I wasn't there.

"H'm," I said, passing my hand before my eye[[crossed out e]]s and not seeing it. "I'm invisible, am I not?"

"That's what you are" He chuckled.

"Convenient, isn't it?"

"Convenient? How?"

"I "I mean I could murder you two thugs with my bare hands. and when people came to see what all the rumpus was about, I'd just walk out, and non one would be able to see me."

"Oh, but you wouldn't do that, sir, would you?"

"Certainly not," I said. They felt happier immediately. not being able to see me smile.

"What you doin'?" asked John, as I was silent for a time. "Where you now?"

"Over here," I said, "by the door. And I'm going to lock it--- so! Now," I said, suiting the action to the word, "I'm going to enter one of these space ships and zoom around the room. It's quite a large chamber and I don't think there's much chance of my colliding with anything. Tho you may have to run about a bit so that I don't bump into you. You'll have to be rather speedy, too; I hear space ships---even the slowest of them---do seven miles a second."

So I settled into the controlling-chair of the ship and shut the automatic doors. Soon I was whizzing around the space ship storeroom, mssing[[?]] chandeliers and chaise-lounges by inches and scaring my invisible-ray-weilers out of what wits they had.

After a bit I pushed a button above the windshield that had intrigued me for some time. (That sentence is not muddled; but the button and the windshield---which I affectionately called Walter--- had held my attention.) Immediately a blue beam leapt out, searing a bit of the upholstery. This was wonderful! I turned it on the miscreants below, demolishing them instantly.

I then tore thru the wall and looped thru the rest of the store, searing floorwalkers and knocking down pedestrians.

Then I came home and wrote

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FANTASCIENCE DIGEST Page 8 will you?" he asked. "I don't want to damage them." "Hey!" I protested. "You're not going to shoot me with that hing, are you?" "Why, no," he said in a hurt voice. "How could you think such a thing? Just a bit more to the left. Thaaaat's it." He squeezed the trigger. There was a roar and a flash and I felt a ringing in my ears. The clerk peered in my direction, craning his neck in a comical manner. "What ever became of you?" he asked, speaking to a point several feet from where I was standing. "You might have warned me you were going to make such a racket," I said. "I should have held my ears. And what do you mean 'what ever became of me'? Did the explosion injure your eyesight? I'm right here." "Where?" "Here!" I said testily. "You were, maybe, but not now. Look in the mirror." I looked. "I don't see anything." "That's just the point." "What's just he point?" "That is. There's nothing to see. Not even you. You're gone. See?" I saw. Or, rather, I didn't see. I wasn't there. "H'm," I said, passing my hand before my eye[[crossed out e]]s and not seeing it. "I'm invisible, am I not?" "That's what you are" He chuckled. "Convenient, isn't it?" "Convenient? How?" "I "I mean I could murder you two thugs with my bare hands. and when people came to see what all the rumpus was about, I'd just walk out, and non one would be able to see me." "Oh, but you wouldn't do that, sir, would you?" "Certainly not," I said. They felt happier immediately. not being able to see me smile. "What you doin'?" asked John, as I was silent for a time. "Where you now?" "Over here," I said, "by the door. And I'm going to lock it--- so! Now," I said, suiting the action to the word, "I'm going to enter one of these space ships and zoom around the room. It's quite a large chamber and I don't think there's much chance of my colliding with anything. Tho you may have to run about a bit so that I don't bump into you. You'll have to be rather speedy, too; I hear space ships---even the slowest of them---do seven miles a second." So I settled into the controlling-chair of the ship and shut the automatic doors. Soon I was whizzing around the space ship storeroom, mssing[[?]] chandeliers and chaise-lounges by inches and scaring my invisible-ray-weilers out of what wits they had. After a bit I pushed a button above the windshield that had intrigued me for some time. (That sentence is not muddled; but the button and the windshield---which I affectionately called Walter--- had held my attention.) Immediately a blue beam leapt out, searing a bit of the upholstery. This was wonderful! I turned it on the miscreants below, demolishing them instantly. I then tore thru the wall and looped thru the rest of the store, searing floorwalkers and knocking down pedestrians. Then I came home and wrote