Life in a Thousand WorldsHarris, W. S. (William Shuler)
Science
Life in a Thousand Worlds
Harris, W. S. (William Shuler)
Utopias
When the dignitaries saw that I could be touched with safety, numerous
messages were flying to the chief, each one asking for the privilege of
a closer inspection of me.
The presiding officer was cool-headed and firmly followed his own cause.
He waited until the professor had finished his examination and was
prepared to report, whereupon he announced to the bewildered audience
that heed should now be given to the conclusion of the zoologist.
The professor mounted a throne-like elevation from which all expert
opinion is submitted. A painful silence ensued as this learned man
proceeded with his report.
Of course I pretended that I could not understand their language and
that I was oblivious to all these occurrences, but you may be assured
that I was careful not to miss a word that fell from the lips of this
noted specialist who conducted himself with a dignity both pleasing and
fascinating.
"I pronounce this creature an enigma," commenced the professor as he
pointed his bony finger toward me, "and declare him to be the strangest
problem of my life. How, and whence, and why he came to us are all alike
shrouded in impenetrable mystery."
"This perplexing specimen is totally different from any species of our
animal creation. He resembles a man more closely than any beast.
However, he cannot belong to any family of our world for he is possessed
with bodily functions unknown to us. His clothes are not the result of
any natural growth, and are far beyond our finest manufacture. Each
piece of his apparel gives positive evidence that it was made with
hands more skillful than ours."
"The most pleasing part of this perplexity is the face, which bears
indisputable marks of intelligence. It would be eminently satisfying to
us if we could communicate with him and receive some light on this
living marvel."
He quickly stepped from the throne and the chief then invited four
philosophers to examine me conjointly. They hurriedly responded to the
invitation, for they were delighted at the honor and privilege conferred
upon them.
What a peculiar experience followed! Four men touched my hands and
ankles, my arms and limbs, and more particularly every piece of my
apparel. Accidentally one found my purse, but could not open it. As he
was faithfully pursuing his task, I felt that the time had come for me
to speak.
"Twist at the two knobs," I said in their vernacular.
If lightning had struck into that room, it would not have caused more
consternation. The four philosophers fell to the floor, the chief was
terrified, the audience looked on in abject terror, while the officers
rushed from their post with drawn weapons. All this occurred instantly,
and I realized that my words never before had such an effect. In a
moment the chief was at my side and, looking into my face, exclaimed:
"Who are you and why have you remained silent?"
"I am a human being," I replied.
"From what part of our world?"
"I was not born on this world."
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