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Title: This World Must Die!

Author: Horace Brown Fyfe

Release Date: October 20, 2007 [EBook #23102]

Language: English

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[Illustration: The girl clawed at Brecken's face as he raised the metal
bar ...]

Social living requires the elimination, or at very best, the modification
of many elements necessary to survival in "nature". And when an emergency
arises, very often it is the person who would be considered a "criminal",
in other situations, who alone is able to cope with the necessities. If
we manage to eliminate "violence" from human affairs, what will we find
when a need for "violence" arises--a need outside of man's artificial
control of his environment?

THIS WORLD
MUST DIE!

Feature Novelet of Dread Necessity

"You have been chosen for this mission of murder
because you are the only people in our culture
who are capable of this type of violence. You have
broken our laws, and this is your punishment!"

By H. B. Fyfe

Lou Phillips sat on the cold metal deck of the control room, seething
with a growing dislike for the old man.

"What you are here for," the other had told him when the guards had
brought Phillips in, "is a simple crime of violence. You'll do, I'm
sure."

The old man paced the deck impatiently, while a pair of armed guards
maintained a watchful silence by the door. Two more men in plain gray
shirts and trousers sat beside Phillips, leaning back sullenly against
the bulkhead. He guessed that they were waiting for a fourth,
remembering that three other figures had been hustled aboard with him at
the Lunar spaceport.

The door slid open, allowing another youth in gray uniform to stumble
inside. One of the guards in the corridor beyond shoved the newcomer
forward, and Phillips' eyebrows twitched as he had a closer look. This
last prisoner was a