Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
He glanced swiftly at the instruments before him, swerved our
racing ship a little to the right, and then walls and floor and
mechanisms about us were glowing with ever-waxing misty light as we
drove in toward the great region's heart. I felt the same tingling
force flooding through me that I had already once experienced, as
our flying ship raced on, again swaying and spinning as it flashed
through the mighty ether-currents whose meeting and collision formed
the great region of vibrations about us, though outside was only the
same blackness as before. With every moment, though, our ship, our
mechanisms, our own bodies, were glowing with waxing light, while in
the darkness behind I saw that the great swarm of ships racing after
us was itself aglow now with light, as it, too, rushed into the great
radio-active region after us. And still, with a courage that matched
our own desperation, they were speeding after and closer to us,
undeterred even by the crumbling death that flooded space all about
them and us now.
Glowing ship and glowing bodies, force that rapidly was overcoming us
with a dizzy nausea and that was crumbling the walls and machinery
about us, the gathered suns of the Andromeda universe far ahead and
the glowing half-thousand pursuing ships just behind--all these were
but a mad chaos in our minds as we reeled on, farther and farther into
the mighty radio-active region. I heard even above the roaring of our
generators a clatter of falling metal somewhere toward the ship's rear,
while even about us the walls and all else were crumbling, like sugar
in water, glowing and disintegrating, as our whole ship was beginning
to break up. Now, too, as the great swarm of ships behind raced ever
closer a score or more of their number had drawn level with us, on our
right, attaining that position by slanting in to cut us off when we had
swerved in toward the radio-active region. And as pursued and pursuers
raced on, all glowing and disintegrating alike, that score of ships to
our right was pressing ever closer toward us.
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