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Fanfare, v. 1, issue 2, June 1940
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8 FANFARE ing. With a click he found it, heard a strange sound of air rushing into the box as he opened it, and with a grunt of excitement peered into it. There was a neatly arranged pile of manuscripts, covered with some queer fantastic writing, and geometric symbols. "Queer," said Holmes, "never have I seen such writing before "You're a language expert," said Bacon, "don't you recognize it?" Holmes shook his head, "This was never written by any country within the last two thousand years." "Do you think you can decipher it?" Bacon asked anxiously. "I do not know, Roger. I can try, but it will take me a long time." A year passed. Bacon remained at his workshop, steadily trying to find out why a diamond was so hard. He even tried to make diamonds but still the secret eluded him. He was worried about his good friend Holmes. For a year he had not seen nor heard from him. Then one day Holmes returned, his face a mixture of excitement and sadness. "Hello Roger," said he, surprising Bacon in his workshop. "Why Tom, its good to see you." Warmly they shook hands. "Something is wrong, Tom," said Bacon, "I can see it in your face. Have you deciphered that manuscript? What does it say?" "Here it is," muttered Holmes, sadly. "I came here immediately after I had finished it." They opened the first page of the translation. "Know ye by these words that we come of a Nation called Atlantis." "Atlantis," breathed Bacon. "Do you know what this means, Tom? It means that all those stories and legends of an ancient civilization were true; that there actually was a nation which prospered long, long, ago, and which is supposed to have been very powerful, and farther advanced in science than we can ever hope to be." "Read on," said Holmes gloomily. "There's a lot more yet." And so Bacon avidly read the translation, reading of such marvelous things as carriages without horses ships floating through the air, and many other great marvels. "Here comes the important part," said Holmes. "We have discovered that at a certain time, thousands of years from now, a bright star is expected to crash with terrific speed into the earth, and everyone and everything on the face of this earth will be destroyed. In case anything happens to the recordings sent to all parts of our country, we have devised this means of communication to you, whoever may be reading this, years from now. But you must hurry. The catastrophe will occur within twenty years of the unearthing of this document. Therefore, if your race has not yet learned how to make and use spaceships, you will later on in this document read details for making them. They are our very latest ships, with all the equipment you need. We suggest that the best planet for your needs is the planet second from the sun. Its gravity is only a little less than on earth, temperature almost the same, and its atmosphere comparable with ours. Good luck in your undertaking. Yours is the task of making as many machines as possible, and transporting your people-the scientists and the most intelligent people first-to this planet. Each ship holds only thirty-five people. Make many of them. May success be with you, and may your undertaking be successful, and remember-civilization must be saved!"
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8 FANFARE ing. With a click he found it, heard a strange sound of air rushing into the box as he opened it, and with a grunt of excitement peered into it. There was a neatly arranged pile of manuscripts, covered with some queer fantastic writing, and geometric symbols. "Queer," said Holmes, "never have I seen such writing before "You're a language expert," said Bacon, "don't you recognize it?" Holmes shook his head, "This was never written by any country within the last two thousand years." "Do you think you can decipher it?" Bacon asked anxiously. "I do not know, Roger. I can try, but it will take me a long time." A year passed. Bacon remained at his workshop, steadily trying to find out why a diamond was so hard. He even tried to make diamonds but still the secret eluded him. He was worried about his good friend Holmes. For a year he had not seen nor heard from him. Then one day Holmes returned, his face a mixture of excitement and sadness. "Hello Roger," said he, surprising Bacon in his workshop. "Why Tom, its good to see you." Warmly they shook hands. "Something is wrong, Tom," said Bacon, "I can see it in your face. Have you deciphered that manuscript? What does it say?" "Here it is," muttered Holmes, sadly. "I came here immediately after I had finished it." They opened the first page of the translation. "Know ye by these words that we come of a Nation called Atlantis." "Atlantis," breathed Bacon. "Do you know what this means, Tom? It means that all those stories and legends of an ancient civilization were true; that there actually was a nation which prospered long, long, ago, and which is supposed to have been very powerful, and farther advanced in science than we can ever hope to be." "Read on," said Holmes gloomily. "There's a lot more yet." And so Bacon avidly read the translation, reading of such marvelous things as carriages without horses ships floating through the air, and many other great marvels. "Here comes the important part," said Holmes. "We have discovered that at a certain time, thousands of years from now, a bright star is expected to crash with terrific speed into the earth, and everyone and everything on the face of this earth will be destroyed. In case anything happens to the recordings sent to all parts of our country, we have devised this means of communication to you, whoever may be reading this, years from now. But you must hurry. The catastrophe will occur within twenty years of the unearthing of this document. Therefore, if your race has not yet learned how to make and use spaceships, you will later on in this document read details for making them. They are our very latest ships, with all the equipment you need. We suggest that the best planet for your needs is the planet second from the sun. Its gravity is only a little less than on earth, temperature almost the same, and its atmosphere comparable with ours. Good luck in your undertaking. Yours is the task of making as many machines as possible, and transporting your people-the scientists and the most intelligent people first-to this planet. Each ship holds only thirty-five people. Make many of them. May success be with you, and may your undertaking be successful, and remember-civilization must be saved!"
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