Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
Now the guards rose from me, leaving me lying motionless and rigid,
and turned toward Korus Kan, who was being held down by others.
His metal body seemed to puzzle them for an instant, and then they
solved the problem by injecting the needle of green fluid into the
nerve-tissues at the edge of his eyes, from which it would spread
instantly to the other living organs cased by his metal body. Another
moment and he too lay like me, rigid and powerless to move, our eyes
meeting in an unchanging, stony stare. Within minutes more the green
fluid had been injected into the last of our score of followers, and we
had all become but rigid living statues, our consciousness and senses
alone unaffected. Then by the serpent-creatures we were set into the
transparent case from which the double-headed insect-thing had been
moved to make way for us, were placed in a sitting position with backs
against the case's sides, and then it was closed and the guards passed
out of the big hall, leaving in it only the two serpent-creatures who
were its custodians.
Rigid, unmoving, unbreathing, yet with consciousness, mind and senses
as clear as ever, living brains cased in bodies that were helpless and
motionless, I think that no position of any in all time could have been
more terrible than ours. Had consciousness been suspended also, with
the powers of our bodies, the captivity we suffered would have been
but a dreamless sleep, at least; but to allow our consciousness and
intelligence to remain, our bodies severed from our control--that was
a torture that surely none other could ever equal. Statue-like we sat
there, while hour followed hour, gazing always in the same direction
with unmoving and unwinking eyes. Certainly no wonder would it have
been had we gone mad in the first hours of that ghastly, terrible
imprisonment.
As the hours, the days, dragged past, though, I bent all my mental
efforts toward the keeping of my sanity, and though at times my
brain reeled beneath our terrible predicament, I desperately forced
my thoughts into other channels. From where I sat I could gaze out
into the great corridor outside the room, and that at least gave me
something moving to contemplate, as through it swept the never-ceasing
hordes of the serpent-people, a rush of activity that dwindled never
until the rising of the darkest of the three suns marked the coming
of the night, the sleep-period of the serpent-people. The light of
that darker sun was so far dimmer than that of the other two that as
this world turned between the three one-third of each day was spent
in a dusky red darkness, a strange night in which all activity in
the vast serpent-city about us seemed to cease, only our room's two
serpent-guards and some others here and there outside remaining alert,
our two room-guards being replaced at the beginning of each night by
two others who alternated with them in their duties.
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