Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
Instantly those dull-glass screens were alive with light, and it was as
though we were gazing forth from the very tip of the power-tower out
over our gathered mass of cities. North and east and south and west,
from all the screens about us the views were alike, of a tremendous
mass of clustered metal towers that encircled New York. Below us was
the screen, above which our metal seats were suspended on supports. It
seemed a trap-door through which we were gazing down toward the green
plains far beneath; though in reality all the city's massive base lay
between us and that view. So intensely realistic was the scene that lay
about us that we all but forgot the great circular room in which we
really were, and seemed suspended high in air above the great mass of
our gathered air-cities.
"The enemy armadas," said Yarnall, his voice low, "will be in sight
within fifteen minutes."
For upon the map the two masses of red circles were rushing on from
east and west, and seemed now almost upon the mass of circles that was
our own great fleet of cities. Looking out over those cities, through
the periscopic screens about us, we could see the forts raising their
great guns to firing range. I realized, as I saw it, that the battle
now ready to start would mean annihilation to half the world. This was
indeed Armageddon, when on earth itself was left no human being at
peace; when every nation was rushing through the air toward this last
conflict!
Now, however, Yarnall touched another control, and from the
electrostatic tower's tip, high above us flashed great signals
of brilliant lights that were taken up and repeated from all the
power-towers of all the hundred cities that ringed us round. And, as
those signals flashed, the great crowds that filled the streets of the
air-cities were suddenly flowing out of those streets into the cities'
towers; until within a few moments none were visible in all the streets
and plazas, save those black-uniformed men who stood ready at the great
heat-guns of our batteries. And those crowds went quietly, despite
their tense excitement, because they knew that they were being ordered
inside for their greater protection. There was no refuge upon the
earth's surface far beneath, for them; when the destructive powers of
all the world were battling above it in the air.
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