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Cosmic Tales, v. 2, issue 1, Summer 1939
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24 COSMIC TALES INVINCIBLE By MARY G. BYERS The white-bearded Atlantean gazed serenly out over the pale towers of the mighty city he and his kind had built, his eyes rested briefly on the green parks which studded the lovely city, moved lightly over the silver spaceship that floated above him, welt on the crimson-towered spaceport for an instant. Centuries had passed during the making of this city, centuries beyond counting and for many generations, so many that the beginning of the race waslost in a fog of myths and rumors. He sighed and turned to the slim youth at his side. "This we have made," he said lovely, liquid syllables. "And this much we have to be proud of. Mountains may crumble and seas disappear but this city will live even when they are gone. Should our race die out, this much of us will remain for those who come after us. The towers of the skyport will stand as lovely and slender then as now. But, we will never die out! We have conquered disease, the mysteries of science, the entire universe---and we will live for we are the mightiest race yet to be spawned on this earth!" ********************** Urg, the cave-man sniffed curiously, then growled challengingly as his sensitive nostrils caught the scent of another caveman who was cautiously approaching Urg's sheltered cave. Gripping his spear tighter, Urg growled another challenge which was answered by a snort of defiance from the stranger. Instantly, a fight began between the two, a fight that was brief inasmuch as neither had any scruples in using such elementary holds a gouging the eyes, hair pulling, biting and kicking. After a few minutes, the marauder broke away and with a cry of surrender, dashed off into the forest. Urg grunted proudly and stalked back into the cave, his chest thrust proudly out. There was meat roasting by the fire. Urg tore off a chunk and began to eat while his mate and children crouched at a respectful distance from him. He, Urg, was the greatestfighter in the world and there would never again be a man as great as he. ************** ra, the Egyptian, stood on the steps of the temple of Isis and looked out over the busy street. Slaves, nobles, farmers, soldiers, occasionally a haughty priest passed by swiftly as he watched. He descended the gleaming steps slowly and mingled with the crowd, feeling a thrill of pleasure as he did so, pleasure and pride that he belonged to this greatest of all countries. Other civilizations had fallen before, but now, as Ra walked on the streets of his great city, he felt that Egypt could never fall, never disintegrate into dust. ********************** The tall, rangy American, standing on the deck of a long, lean ocean liner, looked hungrily at New York's incomparable skyline. For years he had wandered about the world, but never, until now, had he realized what America meant to him. The roar of the rushing, hurrying life of New York's streets came faintly to him, bearinga song song of power and poverty, wealth and noise unknown anywhere else in such a scale. There had never been a world as this one, and it would go on, go on forever, building civilization,
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24 COSMIC TALES INVINCIBLE By MARY G. BYERS The white-bearded Atlantean gazed serenly out over the pale towers of the mighty city he and his kind had built, his eyes rested briefly on the green parks which studded the lovely city, moved lightly over the silver spaceship that floated above him, welt on the crimson-towered spaceport for an instant. Centuries had passed during the making of this city, centuries beyond counting and for many generations, so many that the beginning of the race waslost in a fog of myths and rumors. He sighed and turned to the slim youth at his side. "This we have made," he said lovely, liquid syllables. "And this much we have to be proud of. Mountains may crumble and seas disappear but this city will live even when they are gone. Should our race die out, this much of us will remain for those who come after us. The towers of the skyport will stand as lovely and slender then as now. But, we will never die out! We have conquered disease, the mysteries of science, the entire universe---and we will live for we are the mightiest race yet to be spawned on this earth!" ********************** Urg, the cave-man sniffed curiously, then growled challengingly as his sensitive nostrils caught the scent of another caveman who was cautiously approaching Urg's sheltered cave. Gripping his spear tighter, Urg growled another challenge which was answered by a snort of defiance from the stranger. Instantly, a fight began between the two, a fight that was brief inasmuch as neither had any scruples in using such elementary holds a gouging the eyes, hair pulling, biting and kicking. After a few minutes, the marauder broke away and with a cry of surrender, dashed off into the forest. Urg grunted proudly and stalked back into the cave, his chest thrust proudly out. There was meat roasting by the fire. Urg tore off a chunk and began to eat while his mate and children crouched at a respectful distance from him. He, Urg, was the greatestfighter in the world and there would never again be a man as great as he. ************** ra, the Egyptian, stood on the steps of the temple of Isis and looked out over the busy street. Slaves, nobles, farmers, soldiers, occasionally a haughty priest passed by swiftly as he watched. He descended the gleaming steps slowly and mingled with the crowd, feeling a thrill of pleasure as he did so, pleasure and pride that he belonged to this greatest of all countries. Other civilizations had fallen before, but now, as Ra walked on the streets of his great city, he felt that Egypt could never fall, never disintegrate into dust. ********************** The tall, rangy American, standing on the deck of a long, lean ocean liner, looked hungrily at New York's incomparable skyline. For years he had wandered about the world, but never, until now, had he realized what America meant to him. The roar of the rushing, hurrying life of New York's streets came faintly to him, bearinga song song of power and poverty, wealth and noise unknown anywhere else in such a scale. There had never been a world as this one, and it would go on, go on forever, building civilization,
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