Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
Yarnall nodded assent, and then Macklin and Hilliard had joined the
two dozen or more of black-garbed attendants and engineers who were
busy at the great switchboards that lined the circular room's walls.
They scrutinized its dials to determine the rate of the vast currents
rushing down from the power-tower's tip far above to the motors in
the city's great base; added a fresh battery of transformers or threw
in resistances to hold that current steady; and moved ceaselessly
about the walls in their anxious watch. Now, Yarnall and Connell and
I were marking our own places, the three metal seats there behind the
big table-map, with the great screens of the electrical periscopes
all about us. Yarnall would sit in the center, with eyes upon the red
circles on the great map, tensely watching their progress, as admiral
of our mighty fleet of colossal cities, ready to direct it and our
cruisers to the battle. Connell would be at his right, before him the
black mouthpiece and speaker of a single distance-phone. Behind that
were the scores of switches and intricate controls, which connected
that distance-phone to the operators of all our hundred air-cities.
The Battle Nears
As the third of the trio, I would sit at Yarnall's left, before me the
six switch-levers which sent the colossal city of New York whirling
through the air in any direction; while beside them was the gleaming
knob which regulated the city's speed. The great batteries of New York
were at my command also; all their mighty heat-guns around the city's
edge and around our electrostatic tower and elsewhere were controlled
by the distance-phone whose mouthpiece rose before me. The great
batteries of all our other cities were controlled in the same way by
their own operators, and were subject like New York to the commands
of the First Air Chief beside me, who could maneuver our whole great
armada of tremendous cities at will through the air. In the city of San
Francisco, too, we knew, was the Second Air Chief, placed there to take
command in case New York were destroyed or the First Air Chief disabled.
Thus, on the morrow were grouped we three, who were to sway such
colossal forces in a battle as no men had seen before. Now, Yarnall was
pointing to the table-map's surface, where the red massed circles of
the European and Asiatic Federation armadas were indicated but a few
hundred miles on either side of our own great mass of cities. Watching
them there, we sat in silence, save for the clicking of occasional
switches by the engineers about us. From far away, far across New York
and all the other air-cities gathered around it, there was coming the
dull, dim throbbing of the life of millions that swarmed through those
cities. And now Yarnall reached forward and touched the control of the
great electrical periscopes whose screens boxed us in.
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