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
that, when beaten thin enough for a breath to raise it in the air, it
could not be torn except by sudden and great mechanical force. Another
workman near him was testing the effect of electricity on the various
grades of the new amalgam and recording the results minutely. In each
of the crystal chambers there were at hand supplies of all the forms of
energy that might be needed, such as heat, cold, pressure, electricity.
Each workman was isolated in order that the elements he used might not
interfere with the experiments of his neighbour; but his workshop was
transparent, that he might beckon for help at any moment, or exhibit
to his fellows the result of any experiment without modifying the
conditions or breaking the continuity.
A third branch of these families dealt with the adaptation of the new
amalgams to the various structural necessities of the community; they
found out which form or grade would resist the disintegrating influence
or the power of water or of electric force; they tested what shape
would best suit each grade, solid or hollow, cylindrical or spheral,
cubic or rectangular, thin or thick, curved or rectilinear. Another
branch devoted itself to the means of making the various metals or
amalgams cohere either temporarily or permanently. A fifth studied the
adaptation of the new discoveries to tools and machines and to the
invention of new mechanical forms that would bring out their greatest
utilities. To go through all the departments of this vast architectural
workshop would need a week’s rehearsal. To my first view it seemed
bewildering in its complexity of specialisation; but after closer
acquaintance it became simplicity itself, in fact the only plan that
nature itself could have pointed out.
CHAPTER XIII
THE LILARAN
HAVING finished our survey of Oolorefa, my mind returned to the
observatory for Lilaroma, which I had seen growing in miniature under
the modeller’s hand and music. It seemed to me a strange romance that
citizens of this beautiful island lived amid everlasting snow and
ice tens of thousands of feet above their fellows. How could those
who were accustomed to the conditions and privileges I saw around me
bring themselves to surrender it all and live the lives of hermits
amid antarctic rigours? Thyriel reminded me of the glacial cold of the
southern land from which their ancestry had come; but this did not
wholly satisfy me. The long centuries of life in a new zone had changed
their powers and tastes, and it must be a great sacrifice to live in
a climate so different as was the glacier region of a mountain. My
curiosity was roused, and I resolved to observe and know for myself
at the earliest opportunity. I could see the observatory now perched
on the gleaming shoulder of the mountain above the circle of the
storm-cone, and every day I turned my eyes upwards I grew more eager to
inquire into the conditions of life in so different a temperature.
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