Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
To these, though, and to the buildings about us we paid but small
attention; for at the end of the narrow street down which we were
marching there loomed a great blue-shining structure of the same
vibration as the others, but which dwarfed them by its tremendous
size. Its vast, terraced sides slanted up for level upon mighty
level, and as we neared it we saw that the street itself ended in
it, passing through the high, great doorway before us into the
shining structure's interior. In and out of it were pouring hordes
of the serpent-creatures, and into it we were marched by our guards,
through the great hall inside and on through a succession of other
corridors in which writhed serpent-throngs. Through the open doors of
the rooms along those corridors, as we passed by them, I could see
serpent-creatures grouped about low, desk-like platforms, could see
massed rows of great mechanisms that seemed tabulating or recording
machines of some sort, saw other great rooms filled with flexible metal
rolls like those we had captured with our oval ship, great collections
of written records, and realized that this huge building must hold
within itself the central controlling government of all the races of
the serpent-creatures, on this great central world and on the worlds
that revolved about the few living suns in the universe about us.
Our captors halted us, at last, before a door heavily guarded by
serpent-creatures with ray-tubes, and while one of our own guards
passed through the door into the great rooms we could glimpse inside,
the remainder kept close watch upon us. I sensed that our own fate was
being decided in those rooms beside us, and a few moments later saw
that my guess had been right, for there came out the serpent-creature
who had gone in, giving to our guards brief hissing orders. At once
they marched us onward, emerging again into the great central hall that
ran through the vast, blue-shimmering building, and progressing with us
down that great, crowded corridor, until they turned us sharply to the
right, through a big open door into a mighty hall or room, the nature
and purpose of which we could not grasp for the moment.
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