Science fiction; Short stories; Time travel -- Fiction
"They are here, my companions?" asked Orth stupidly. "You mean Horn and
Neilson? Did you say that to me?"
"He speaks only in thoughts," said Ayna. "When our people reach the age
of two hundred they submit to this operation. With their lungs gone
there is, of course, no vocal speech. But we live on for centuries
untroubled by bodily breakdowns."
Ivath motioned with his feeble old arms.
"Come," he flashed at them, "we will join them."
* * * * *
As they sat in a small spacer cruising within the vast hollow of
Ivath's world-sized stage, Ayna explained more of the mysteries of this
future world. How the planets had been cut up into smaller spheres and
moved into the dwindling radiations of Sol. How their fleets of space
ships crossed the void to trade and mine the precious elements they
required, and of the other galactic cultures they met.
"It is sad," said the girl at last, "that you can never return to the
past. It is there that our science has utterly failed. Travel in time
is but a one-way voyage."
"You mean, Ayna," Orth said slowly, "we can't carry back the knowledge
of an atomic shield that will arrest the spread of sterility--that
mankind must abandon his use of atomic power?"
"You cannot go back," smiled Ayna, putting her hand on his shoulder as
she spoke. "But there is no need. In 1980--if our records are not too
wrong--Eric Ensamoff discovered such a shield."
"Great!" cried Orth. "I won't mind being stranded here. There's
Ivath to set right on his ancient history. There's your perfected
civilization to study." He swallowed his tongue momentarily and
recovered it.
"And then there's you, Ayna," he blurted. "You're...."
The girl slid her fingers across a toggle-switch in the wall. "No use
letting all the worlds hear us," she said softly, "much less see us.
You see, I was sent to interview you and get your reactions. All the
world was watching while you explored."
Orth took the girl and pulled her closer. He studied her face. She
smiled.
"Sure it's turned off?" he demanded. She nodded.
"Fine ... no, they don't need to see _this_ reaction...."
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