Ralph 124C 41+: A Romance of the Year 2660Gernsback, Hugo
Science
Ralph 124C 41+: A Romance of the Year 2660
Gernsback, Hugo
Science fiction
"The other Meteoros, I believe, will start in immediately to direct
a low-pression over our district; but, as they are not very near us,
it will probably take them twenty-four hours to generate enough heat
to melt the snow and ice. They will probably encounter considerable
difficulty, because our snowed-under district naturally will give
rise to some meteorological disturbances in their own districts, and
therefore they will be obliged, I presume, to take care of the weather
conditions in their districts as well as our own."
"What a remarkable case!" Ralph ejaculated.
She opened her mouth as if to say something. But at that moment an
electric gong began to ring furiously, so loud that it vibrated loudly
in Ralph's laboratory, four thousand miles away.
Immediately her countenance changed, and the smile in her eyes gave way
to a look of terror.
"What is that?" Ralph asked sharply.
"An avalanche! It's just started--what shall I do, oh, what shall I do!
It'll reach here in fifteen minutes and I'm absolutely helpless. Tell
me--what shall I do?"
The mind of the scientist reacted instantly.
"Speak quick!" he barked. "Is your Power Mast still up?"
"Yes, but what good--?"
"Never mind. Your wave length?"
".629."
"Oscillatory?"
"491,211."
"Can you direct it yourself?"
"Yes."
"Could you attach a six-foot piece of your blown-down Communico mast to
the base of the Power aerial?"
"Certainly--it's of alomagnesium and it is very light."
"Good! Now act quick! Run to the roof and attach the Communico
mastpiece to the very base of the power mast, and point the former
towards the avalanche. Then move the directoscope exactly to
West-by-South, and point the antenna of the power mast East-by-North.
Now run--I'll do the rest!"
He saw her drop the receiver and rush away from the Telephot.
Immediately he leaped up the glass stairs to the top of his building,
and swung his big aerial around so that it pointed West-by-South.
He then adjusted his directoscope till a little bell began to ring.
He knew then that the instrument was in perfect tune with the far-off
instrument in Switzerland; he also noted that its pointer had swung to
exactly East-by-North.
"So far, so good," he whistled with satisfaction. "Now for the power!"
He ran down to the laboratory and threw in a switch. Then he threw
in another one with his foot, while clasping his ears tightly with
his rubber-gloved hands. A terrible, whining sound was heard, and the
building shook. It was the warning siren on top of the house, which
could be heard within a radius of sixty miles, sounding its warning to
all to keep away from tall steel or metal structures, or, if they could
not do this, to insulate themselves.
He sounded the siren twice for ten seconds, which meant that he would
direct his ultra-power for at least twenty minutes, and everybody must
be on guard for this length of time.
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