Sewell Peaslee Wright

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Sewell Peaslee Wright The Infra-Medians

Twice again, before we reached the ramp they guarded, the angry attendants of the idol fell before our guns. Then, hurrying down ramp after ramp, corridor after corridor, fighting the rushing mob all the way, we came at last, shaking with weariness and gasping for breath, to the deserted streets of this black and terrible city.
“Are we free?” whispered Hope, holding tightly to my arm. “Are we really free?”
“I hope so, dear. We seem to be. If we can only reach the spot where we entered this insane world before something happens—”
“How much time have we?” interrupted Vic.
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Sewell Peaslee Wright The Infra-Medians

The great reward for some notable service rendered, I imagine,” whispered Vic. “Those priests are wiser than the rest of this crew. They deal death sparingly, and that makes them great. They love life like a man of our earth; perhaps because they’ve found out how to enjoy it.”
“But what does the work; what killed him?” I asked breathlessly.
“Can’t say, Pete. You can’t name things here in terms of our own world. Some natural force they’ve corraled, I imagine. They control it with that shutter behind the lips of the image.
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Sewell Peaslee Wright The Infra-Medians

I had remembered that much from my physics classes.
“True,” smiled Vic. “But let’s see. It is possible to have sound and light in the same place, isn’t it? We can even add other things: heat and electricity, for example. Speaking of electricity, a tremendous current of it adds nothing to the weight of the wire carrying it, and nothing to its bulk, unless we have a heating overload. Current enough to kill a thousand men, or to do the work of a million horses, weighs nothing, is invisible, and actually does nothing until released in some form or other, either by accident or design.”
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