Rog Phillips

Rog Phillips

Summary

Portrait of Rog Phillips Rog Phillips,  The Old Martians

“ Somewhere in this city is something that only I know exists. It's hidden under stones that haven't been disturbed since man first set foot on the planet. It isn't entirely clear yet, but it will come—it will come. Then I'll make them listen. They'll dig, and they'll find what I say is there. You wait and see."
"They'll lock you up, darling," Dotty said. "They won't believe you."
The guide was calling everyone back to the bus. I watched Herb scowl fiercely at the stone marker that he believed to have been his, open his mouth to say something, then turn away so that his lips were out of sight.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Rog Phillips Rog Phillips,  The Old Martians

“ My hands explored ahead of me, searching out each stone marker along my path, clinging to it as I passed it, and slipping off as I went on to the next. They were my only contact with reality in this total blackness.
I was thinking, too. I was thinking of what Herb had said about this being a parking area for airsleds back before the earliest known records of man on Earth when this city was alive. He was probably right about it at that.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Rog Phillips Rog Phillips,  The Old Martians

“ The bus had left the ancient city behind, to head out over the desert toward one of the few structures on Mars which had withstood the ravages of time without crumbling. An immense dome of solid concrete reinforced with pure copper rods harder than steel. The Martians had known what Earth civilization didn't learn until around the year three thousand: that copper can't be tempered, but pure copper becomes tempered of itself in a thousand years.
That immense dome was a honeycomb of passageways and rooms, some of which were not open to tourists. It would be a natural for Herb.
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Source: Gutenberg

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