Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
And westward, upon our western screen, loomed equally gigantic the
similar circle of air-cities of the Asiatic Federation. Peking, the
third in size of the world's air-capitals, at the center of its cluster
of cities rushed at the same smooth speed toward us, with Shanghai and
Tokio and Bombay and Rangoon foremost in its circle. From east and west
thus the two stupendous circles of cities rushed toward our own, grimly
waiting; and, as we watched them, there flashed over me in that tense
moment a strange wonder as to the feelings with which one of a hundred
years before would have watched this battle. Then I laid aside that
passing wonder as the two great circles drew nearer to the range of our
great heat-gun batteries. And this, surely, was a spectacle that none
had ever seen or dreamed before--this spectacle of the world's mighty
cities converging swiftly upon each other in battle to the death!
And as strange, too, must have been the sight of us three, sitting
there amid our box-like periscopic screens, the heart of the mighty
tower's base; yet seeing and directing from there all the great mass of
the hundred mighty cities around us.
"They're not going to join forces!" I exclaimed: "They're going to
strike us at the same moment from east and west!"
Yarnall nodded, his eyes intent upon the screens: "Either that," he
said, "or--"
Armageddon!
He broke off suddenly; for at that moment there came to us a giant
salvo of thunder from both east and west, a terrific shock of sound
that rolled deeply through the air toward us from the two distant
armadas advancing! An instant later there was a whistling sound over
our own cities, and we knew that a great storm of heat-shells was
plunging toward them. A few struck with wild bursting flares across our
massed cities, and with their suddenly-released gigantic heat there
appeared great craters of fusing, melting metal. The greater part of
the shells, though, fell short, whirled down to earth to flash on the
ground far below. The range was not yet closed, I knew; and so far our
own great cities remained silent as death. Yarnall was watching now
with hands clenched tightly, as the two circles from east and west came
on. A moment later there rolled from them another great salvo, and
another mass of shells rushed toward us; but, though most of these also
fell short, a greater number than before flared and fused in melting,
searing death upon our own massed cities!
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