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Fantasite, v. 2, issue 5, whole 11, May-June 1943
Page 18
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18........THE FANTASITE speeding eastward. Destruction of the U.S.A. inevitable--" Very little of it makes sense. "Aug." appears to be half a word; I can merely guess at what it represents. The number twenty is familiar. Twenty what? Sleeping periods? The larger number baffles me; likewise the symbol that follows it. Honolulu--the name of a far island city. The word came up in my lessons on various races of mankind. The Hawaiians are small dark men who play stringed instruments. I don't like the steel guitar and ukelele. I prefer the grand piano in my music room. Master, is the U.S.A. being destroyed? Why should the Asiatics wish to murder us? Why do nations battle, killing the young, strong men, leaving the old and crippled to hatch more mischief? Why do men fight one another? I do not want to kill you, my Ruler. You are the only person I have ever known. Always I see your splendid image on the wall before me, but never have I seen you. I realize, of course, that few men have the privilege of viewing others, so I feel no malice. Only the animals mingle--Gods such as you, and even your humble servant, cannot break the Laws. You treat me well, and I worship you... I should go to my music room and practice the Prelude. The sombre music of that great masterpiece thrills me. However, I do not feel like practicing now. These strange events have disrupted my schedule. You have given me no instructions since I took my last meal from the metal chute. Why haven't you spoken, my Rule? Your behavior frightens me. A study of my likeness in the mirror before my desk reveals a troubled mind. You tell me I should never worry. How can I help it? Usually I can inspect myself and find a great improvement. Now I see a change for the worse! Without your help, Master, I cannot fight this awful situation. Again the earth trembles. Surely the Asiatics are destroying us...The rumbling draws nearer. God! A crack runs across the ceiling of my study...what has happened? Lapse of time indicated. R.C. I am afraid...bits of masonry are falling on the floor--the crevice in the ceiling widens! A shaft of strange, white light stabs the floor...white radiance slicing the blue of my chamber... Master, why are you silent? The metal screen is blank. No words of instructions issue from your image on the wall. Its mouth is open, but you say nothing. Master--if only I could speak! I am afraid... ***** A great hole yawns in the ceiling of my study! A huge boulder lies on the floor amidst a heap of debris. The blue light of my chambers has dimmed, gone out. Never have I seen such a hideous change...the awful white light floods the entire room, nearly blinding me. A while ago I looked upward through the gap in the ceiling and saw a tremendous ball of fire. Can that be the Sun? Man cannot see the Sun and live--yet I am alive...Master, where are you? I need your guidance as I never needed it before. My reason is tottering on the brink of a great abyss. Awful secrets are trembling at the rim of my soul--terrible secrets I think I should know, but do not... Now I hear strange, guttural voices. How odd--many voices at once. Only the animals mingle, yet these creatures are babbling and shouting, creating a horrible cacophony that grates my nerves. Their speech reminds me of your voice, Master. They aren't very polite. Hideous animal screams and cries of agony waft into my room from outside. I wish I could look out there and see. But I'm afraid of the great red orb in the sky--it might see me and destroy me. Anyway, I am forbidden to leave these rooms... I looked into the mirror a while ago, but saw no improvement. Dark
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18........THE FANTASITE speeding eastward. Destruction of the U.S.A. inevitable--" Very little of it makes sense. "Aug." appears to be half a word; I can merely guess at what it represents. The number twenty is familiar. Twenty what? Sleeping periods? The larger number baffles me; likewise the symbol that follows it. Honolulu--the name of a far island city. The word came up in my lessons on various races of mankind. The Hawaiians are small dark men who play stringed instruments. I don't like the steel guitar and ukelele. I prefer the grand piano in my music room. Master, is the U.S.A. being destroyed? Why should the Asiatics wish to murder us? Why do nations battle, killing the young, strong men, leaving the old and crippled to hatch more mischief? Why do men fight one another? I do not want to kill you, my Ruler. You are the only person I have ever known. Always I see your splendid image on the wall before me, but never have I seen you. I realize, of course, that few men have the privilege of viewing others, so I feel no malice. Only the animals mingle--Gods such as you, and even your humble servant, cannot break the Laws. You treat me well, and I worship you... I should go to my music room and practice the Prelude. The sombre music of that great masterpiece thrills me. However, I do not feel like practicing now. These strange events have disrupted my schedule. You have given me no instructions since I took my last meal from the metal chute. Why haven't you spoken, my Rule? Your behavior frightens me. A study of my likeness in the mirror before my desk reveals a troubled mind. You tell me I should never worry. How can I help it? Usually I can inspect myself and find a great improvement. Now I see a change for the worse! Without your help, Master, I cannot fight this awful situation. Again the earth trembles. Surely the Asiatics are destroying us...The rumbling draws nearer. God! A crack runs across the ceiling of my study...what has happened? Lapse of time indicated. R.C. I am afraid...bits of masonry are falling on the floor--the crevice in the ceiling widens! A shaft of strange, white light stabs the floor...white radiance slicing the blue of my chamber... Master, why are you silent? The metal screen is blank. No words of instructions issue from your image on the wall. Its mouth is open, but you say nothing. Master--if only I could speak! I am afraid... ***** A great hole yawns in the ceiling of my study! A huge boulder lies on the floor amidst a heap of debris. The blue light of my chambers has dimmed, gone out. Never have I seen such a hideous change...the awful white light floods the entire room, nearly blinding me. A while ago I looked upward through the gap in the ceiling and saw a tremendous ball of fire. Can that be the Sun? Man cannot see the Sun and live--yet I am alive...Master, where are you? I need your guidance as I never needed it before. My reason is tottering on the brink of a great abyss. Awful secrets are trembling at the rim of my soul--terrible secrets I think I should know, but do not... Now I hear strange, guttural voices. How odd--many voices at once. Only the animals mingle, yet these creatures are babbling and shouting, creating a horrible cacophony that grates my nerves. Their speech reminds me of your voice, Master. They aren't very polite. Hideous animal screams and cries of agony waft into my room from outside. I wish I could look out there and see. But I'm afraid of the great red orb in the sky--it might see me and destroy me. Anyway, I am forbidden to leave these rooms... I looked into the mirror a while ago, but saw no improvement. Dark
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