Limanora : $b the island of progressSweven, Godfrey
Science
Limanora : $b the island of progress
Sweven, Godfrey
Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Science fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
I was startled when I got back to find the dome complete again and
preparation being made for constructing some other irelium shell.
The fence-work had been raised. By its wall stood the key-board of a
gigantic organ-like musical instrument, the other half of which was
so arranged within the new framework that the whole volume of its
sound should bear upon whatever the fence enclosed. A huge bell mouth
opened out into the chamber; and I soon saw that out of this issued a
snow-storm of irelium particles which floated lightly in the air. A
peal of music rang out from the instrument, and I saw the dust motes
settle rapidly into a symmetrical figure, that minute by minute grew
into a gigantic nautilus shell. The musician who sat at the key-board
watched the snow-whirl within and the magical rise of the walls. I
perceived that the bar of music was repeated again and again, with
gradual ingrafting of variation as the shell-like walls bent over. At
a certain point where the whorl began to incurve backwards the strain
completely changed and reminded me of a fugue. Back and forth it shot
its monotonous shuttle of sound. I was spellbound by the cradling
melody and the sinuous flexure of the vast conch. The completion of the
process and the cessation of the music broke the spell, and I pressed
near to ask explanations and to see the result. Some enchanter’s power
must surely have drawn in the floating particles to the thin curves of
the structure and held them there; for the motes continued to float
unattracted, but in sparse and sparser cloud; and at last they ceased
to move, and settled on the fence, dimming its translucence. I felt the
metal floor grow first hotter and hotter, and then cooler and cooler
till it was ice-cold. Within a fraction of an hour the whole process
was complete; the fencing walls were shaken to dust, and there stood
the gigantic nautilus perfect in its grace, clear as crystal but for
the frostwork of nautilus patterns all over its surface. It was a new
experiment in form for a winged ship of the air, and as I stood the
wings were added and the engines put on board. The navigators embarked;
a smaller quadrant of the dome crashed aside; and out by the aperture
floated this huge air-bubble rainbow-lustrous in the sun.
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