Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
We heard a stir of excitement in the streets below as that mighty
air-city came closer to us; then saw it slowing down until at last it
had come smoothly to rest out to the south of Berlin, hanging there
in mid-air a half-dozen miles away. It was London! Even as I had
recognized it, Hilliard had done so also. London! The great air-city
that held all southern England for the European Federation, could be
clearly recognized, not only by its size but by the somewhat different
architectural design of its metal towers and plazas. We could make
out clearly now the surface of the other city, its huge batteries of
heat-guns, and its great towers surmounted by a central pinnacle. And
now, as we scanned the horizon away to the north, we could see another
dark disk, another mighty air-city, rushing swiftly toward us!
"They're gathering!" Hilliard's voice was agonized. "Gathering--all the
air-cities of the European Federation! It's the beginning of the end."
"Gathering for their great attack," I said.
"God, if Connell and Macklin could have escaped!" Hilliard's cry burst
from his tortured soul. "If our own air-cities had only the speed and
the power to resist this attack!"
"Steady, Hilliard," I told him, my hand on his shoulder. "It's the end,
I think--the end for our Federation as well as ourselves--but we must
face it."
Now the air-city from the north was rushing closer, was hanging
northward of Berlin, and we saw that it was Stockholm. And, even as it
came to rest out there beside us, two other air-cities were rushing
up from the south; looming larger swiftly and identifying themselves,
when they too shot up to hang near our central city, as Geneva and
Rome. And then from the west were coming others, Paris and Brussels
and Amsterdam; while down from the cold east were speeding Moscow
and Helsingfors and Leningrad. City after city was rushing from all
quarters of the compass, from every part of the European Federation,
until they filled the sky. Through the hours of that afternoon we
watched their numbers grow until they numbered over a hundred. They had
come from every part of the earth, over which the European Federation
held sway. From the bleak eastern steppes, from the jagged peaks and
green valleys of the Pyrenees, from the great ice-locked fiords of the
north and from the blue plains of southern Africa, they were rushing
at colossal speed to gather here in a great circle about their capital
city--Berlin! Great air-cities, each of which flashed through the
air at the same tremendous speed, each of which bore upon it great
batteries of those giant heat-guns that nothing else in the air could
sustain, each of which held upon it a soaring electrostatic tower and
thousands of other clustered pinnacles. As in Berlin, the crowding,
seething millions of its peoples had been left on the ground quarters
prepared for them. The gathering of the cities! At last, with the
coming of sunset, all but the last few of the Federation's mighty
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