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 stood absorbed in the interpretation of this ravishing music, and
failed to observe the progress of events upon the lofty plateau.
Amiralno had taken up an erect position on what might have been called
an altar, had the scene been a religious one. His face was towards
heaven. He held his right hand as if waving back those whom he forbade
to follow him; for close to him stood the partner of his earthly
life, her face set as if she would depart. Around stood his lifelong
comrades and counsellors, yet at a lower level, so that every act of
the departing could be seen by the concourse. Near him were erected two
columns, on the higher of which and above his head I could distinguish
a psychometer, on the lower a biometer. Behind him had been built
into the rock an elaborate piece of machinery, which I recognised
as a manana or petrifier. Often had I seen it transfix almost in a
moment a beautiful plant, substituting irelium for its living tissues,
and making every leaf and flower of it translucent crystal. By means
of electric currents, it sent streams of the atomic constituents of
irelium along the sap-channels from rootlet to leaf-tip; it used the
living powers of the plant to turn it as it died into undecaying metal.
For hundreds of years the flower would live and be a thing of beauty,
even if no care was further spent on it; and, if cared for, it would
resist the finger of decay for thousands and thousands of years.
At last I was to see the transfiguration of a Limanoran. I had often
almost doubted the origin of those lifelike statues that stood in
Fialume, and death was so rare a thing among this long-lived people
that during my many years amongst them I had never had the opportunity
of satisfying the doubt. Curiosity overshadowed my other feelings and
made me forget the grief which would keep creeping into my heart at
this farewell scene in spite of the jubilant music. I strained every
nerve and sense to catch the features of the strange event. Thyriel, I
felt, was as eager as I to see all that would occur, and I could see
that the younger half of the concourse had their attention closely
riveted upon the scene.
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