Ralph 124C 41+: A Romance of the Year 2660Gernsback, Hugo
Science
Ralph 124C 41+: A Romance of the Year 2660
Gernsback, Hugo
Science fiction
No sooner had the siren blast stopped, than he had seen Alice at the
Telephot, signalling him that everything was in readiness.
He yelled to her to insulate herself, and he saw her jump into a tall
glass chair where she sat perfectly still, deathly white. He could see
that she clasped her hands to her ears; and he knew that she must be
trying to shut out the thunder of the descending avalanche.
He ran up his high glass ladder; and having reached the top, began to
turn the large glass wheel the shaft of which was connected with the
ultra-generator.
As he started turning the wheel, for the first time he looked at the
clock. He observed that it was just nine minutes after he first had
heard the gong and he smiled, coldly. He knew he was in time.
A terrifying roar set in as soon as he had commenced to turn the wheel.
It was as if a million devils had been let loose. Sparks were flying
everywhere. Small metal parts not encased in lead boxes fused. Long
streamers of blue flames emanated from sharp objects, while ball-shaped
objects glowed with a white aureole.
Large iron pieces became strongly magnetic, and small iron objects
continually flew from one large iron piece to another. Ralph's watch
chain became so hot that he had to discard it, together with his watch.
He kept on turning the wheel, and the roar changed to a scream so
intense that he had to pull out his rubber ear vacuum-caps so that
he might not hear the terrible sound. As he turned the wheel farther
around the tone of the ultra-generator reached the note where it
coincided with the fundamental note of the building, which was built of
steelonium (the new substitute for steel).
Suddenly the whole building "sang," with a shriek so loud and piercing
that it could be heard twenty miles away.
Another building whose fundamental note was the same began to "sing"
in its turn, just as one tuning fork produces sympathetic sounds in a
similar distant one.
A few more turns of the wheel and the "singing" stopped. As he
continued turning the wheel of the generator, the latter gave out
sounds sharper and sharper, higher and higher, shriller and shriller,
till the shrieking became unendurable.
And then, suddenly, all sound stopped abruptly.
_The frequency had passed over twenty thousand, at which point the
human ear ceases to hear sounds._
Ralph turned the wheel a few more notches and then stopped. Except for
the flying iron pieces, there was no sound. Even the myriads of sparks
leaping around were strangely silent, except for the hissing noise of
flames streaming from sharp metal points.
Ralph looked at the clock. It was exactly ten minutes after the first
sounding of the gong. He then turned the wheel one notch further and
instantly the room was plunged into pitch-black darkness.
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