Roger D. Aycock

Summary

Roger D. Aycock Slave of eternity (1959)

The silence bore him down with an implacable weight, and the desire to escape it grew upon him until he found himself running, dodging wildly in and out among stalled vehicles and frozen pedestrians.
He reached the city's edge, but the sun and wind of open country did not dispel his oppression. The sun was as silent as the city, and the breeze was a drear lament in his ears. Loneliness crept at his heels like a black, timorous hound; he felt as if he were the only living thing in a dead and forgotten world.
Source: Gutenberg

Roger D. Aycock Slave of eternity (1959)

The sound of Heric's laughter echoed emptily through the vast room.
"Stay my hand and let you adjust me into submission again? Let you send me back to planting wheat, drowning my identity in ignorance? I know the human race is almost dead—I know that you hide the truth from the few of us who remain because you think us doomed to extinction. You would bury us in ignorance and rule in our stead as if you were men and we your servants."
Source: Gutenberg

Roger D. Aycock Slave of eternity (1959)

Without men our life would be an endless torture of loneliness, for we can be happy only in your happiness. We hid the truth from you, and kept you busy outside Nyark the first city, to protect your sanity."
Heric took a forward step. "Back, all of you!"
They drew aside to let him pass. The Leader knelt as Heric brushed by him, and the Council knelt with averted faces behind him. Their sigh whispered through the great room.
"Wait, Arnol Heric. Do you know that we have made you immortal?"
"Wait, Arnol Heric. Do you know that we have made you immortal?"
Source: Gutenberg

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