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Pulp Am Atom Smasher P Schuyler Miller PDF Hasan - 200012
Pulp Am Atom Smasher P Schuyler Miller PDF Hasan - 200012
rising into the night, two stepped squares of beside the open vault. Far below the motors
glossy black, the shifting glimmer of the droned their song, piling up the charge, up and
stream. Hovering like a great, noiseless eagle up and up. ...
above the snows, the aviator circled and Something, some voice from nowhere,
watched and waited. whispered to the circling flyer. His stubby
The glow from the distant peaks faded. craft split the starry heavens, zooming up into
The valley was dark save for the glow of the the frosty night, up and up and up, until the
great spheres and the spot of dull yellow that valley was a speck against the starlit snows,
marked the door of the stone hut. Then of a then the wraith of a memory, and then was
sudden the two disks winked out and between gone.
them sprang a thin shaft of vivid, violet flame, Out of the heart of the snows hurtled a
spreading into a fan of flickering electric fires, pillar of seething flame, star-white, blinding,
then gathering suddenly into a dazzling blue- leaping out into Space! Out of the little upland
white ball where the second disc had been. On valley burst an awful, beating wave of
its heels came the crash of shattered glass and thunderous sound, seizing the little fleeing
tearing metal, and a blinding glare of white plane and throwing it mile on shrieking mile
flame burst from the door of the little hut, into the gaping skies, until its pilot gasped in
driving before it a blinded, stumbling thing the thinning air and with the fierce strength of
that staggered off into the dark. A second speeding life threw his controls into a
burst of flame revealed the old man, his screaming dive toward the burning snows!
ancient hands groping in eternal blackness, That sight seared itself forever into his
tottering down the hill to the towering shaft of memory. The bowl of the circling ranges was
the mighty machine. Then only flickering alive with leaping, cavorting shadows,
crimson shadows scuttled among the rocks capering in fiendish glee about the flaming
around the burning hut. shaft that hurled itself three thousand feet into
Blind, agonized, the gaunt old man the night! Out of the heavens came the wild
dragged his tortured body up the last endless winds of the world, battling, clashing, tearing
yards of ladder, beside the softly whirring the air to tattered shreds and flinging them
silken belt, glimmering ever so faintly with a into Space! Out of the holocaust at the
soft light that he could never see. He toppled valley’s heart stabbed the cruel rays of chaos,
forward on the steel floor of the great room battering at molecule and atom, crushing
within the sphere and began to inch his way them, shattering them, bursting their crowded
over its cold, harsh surface toward the nuclei and freeing raw, new-born hydrogen
looming casque of steel. His hands came up, that in an instant flamed into fierce crimson
fumbled among the heavy cables, seized and fire, burning in great leaping tongues from
tore one loose with a sputter of fat, hot sparks every crag and every ice-spire of all that great
that shook his frail frame cruelly. He clutched hollow in the hills, sending huge lurid plumes
at the disc before the great steel door, the disc and streamers of destruction up from the
that had failed to slip aside at his bidding, so flaming peaks, freeing such a hell as earth had
that a quarter of a billion volts crashed never known! Out of the darkening heavens
through writhing conduits into the wrecked rushed the curtains of the aurora, cackling
control-board of the little stone laboratory. wildly with unearthly glee, and out of the
Stiffly it slid down, revealing the glowing splitting skies burst the mutter and mad
mite of radium within. Sick and faint, the old laughter of the storm.
man sank face down upon the cold steel floor, A week later, native hunters found a
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raving human beast who had seen Judgment. nearer, the glow of the flaming pool waned
In a month they returned to the outposts of the and died, until, when at last they stood at the
white men, telling of a land of burning lip of the little valley that had been, only the
mountains where the old gods battled and the dull red glow of heaving molten rock
rivers blazed. Six months, and out of the south remained for them to see.
came an army of ‘seekers’ for the actual truth. They never dared to try what he had
The peaks no longer burned. They tried. They never even knew his name. But a
climbed their outer flanks, stood on their great gateway had been cut through the
crumbling summits, riddled by the gutting mountains in that desolate land, and on either
rays. Far away, at the heart of a desert waste side of its broad approach towers an ebon
of dead, gray dust, a pool of white fire still shaft, topped with a golden ball. Men stare at
blazed in the night. Day after day, week after them, and look out across the gray domain of
week, they were smothered by the ash of death, and they shudder and turn away as they
atoms, that rose in great dense clouds about remember the man who smashed the atom.
them. And as they crept nearer and ever