THE GREAT ILLUSION
By MANLY BANNISTER
illustrated by KELLY FREAS
There was something phony about the whole set-up on
that planet. Their culture was counterfeit. But why
did they go to so much trouble to put on their act?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Super-Science Fiction February 1957.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Cliff Rowley's lean jowls beaded with sweat in the stagnant warmth of the tent. He tapped a bony finger on the camp table and glared at the communicator.
"Clear out in a week! Why?"
Commander Waldo Spliid's tired voice trickled from the communicator grid. Rowley would have appreciated video hook-up now. He wondered how Spliid's features portrayed his thoughts.
"Here's final classification on Hume, Cliff. Category two X sub one."