Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
Again he saluted and disappeared, leaving us staring blankly
at each other. Then we were struggling into the tight black
jackets of our uniforms, were striding out in a moment and down
to the great air-city's "ground" level in one of the building's
electrostatic-motored cage-lifts. Through the crowded streets we
strode, seeing now that in all those streets other black-uniformed
men of the squadrons named were pressing toward their cruisers in the
central plaza. Then we three had reached that central plaza, from whose
center rose the mighty electric power-tower, and around which the two
hundred and fifty cruisers rested, all of our first four squadrons that
had survived the battle.
Already, I saw, the crews of those cruisers were taking their places
within them, and as Macklin and Hilliard took up their positions in
our own I strode on across the plaza toward the huge tower's base,
in which were the headquarters of the First Air Chief. Passing
challenging guards at its door, I passed through a few narrow white-lit
ante-rooms, and then had stepped into the great circular room that was
his innermost office. The curving walls of that room were covered with
panel after panel of instruments and switches, which controlled the
vast electrical currents that rushed down from the electric-tower's
tip and transformers to those motors in the city's base. Near the
room's center was the battery of six great switches which controlled
the city's direction of motion, moving it in any direction at will at
slow and ponderous speed, the speed-control's gleaming knob beside
them. And beyond the controls of the great air-city, there stood a
great table-map of the world, upon which a myriad of red circles
automatically showed the position of the world's air-cities.
Behind this table-map, as behind a desk, the First Air Chief was
sitting as I entered, while around the panelled walls there moved
a half-dozen black-jacketed attendants constantly watching and
controlling the flow of current from the power-tower's tip to its
motors. The First Air Chief, as I entered, motioned me silently to a
metal seat before himself, at the great table-map's edge, and then for
a moment contemplated me in silence, as though considering his words
before speaking. Regarding me intently, he began.
"For a second time, Captain Brant," he was saying, "I have summoned you
here to me, but this time alone, and with the two hundred and fifty
remaining cruisers of our first four squadrons summoned also outside.
You are wondering, no doubt, why I have done so.
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