"But," I objected, "man cannot live and flourish like a mole continually
removed from the light of day, without the health-giving rays of the
sun, which man needs."
"No?" San-Lan jeered. "Wild tribesmen might not be able to, but we are a
civilization. We shall make our own sunlight to order in the bowels of
the earth. If necessary, we can manufacture our air synthetically; not
the germ-laden air of Nature, but absolutely pure air. Our underground
cities will be heated or refrigerated artificially as conditions may
require. Why should we not live underground if we desire? We produce all
our needs synthetically.
"Nor will you be able to locate our cities with electronic indicators.
"You see, Rogers, I know what is in your mind. Our scientists have
planned carefully. All our machinery and processes will be shielded so
that no electronic disturbances will exist at the surface.
"And then, from our underground cities we will emerge at leisure to wage
merciless war on your wild men of the forest, until we have at last done
what our forefathers should have done, exterminated them to the last
beast."
* * * * *
He thrust his jeering face close to mine. "Have you any answer to that?"
he demanded.
My impulse was to plant my fist in his face, for I could think of no
other answer. But I controlled myself, and even forced a hearty laugh,
to irritate him.
"It is a fine plan," I admitted, "but you will not have time to carry it
through. Long before you can complete your new cities you will have been
destroyed."
"They will be completed within the week," he replied triumphantly. "We
have not been asleep, and our mechanical and scientific resources make
us masters of time as well as the earth. You shall see."
Naturally I was worried. I would have given much if I could have passed
this information on to our chiefs.
But two days later a mighty exultation arose within me, when from far to
the east and also to the south there came the rolling and continuous
thunder of rocket fire. I was in my own apartment at the time. The Han
captain of my guard was with me, as usual, and two guards stood just
within the door. The others were in the corridor outside. And as soon as
I heard it, I questioned my jailer with a look. He nodded assent, and I
did what probably every disengaged person in Lo-Tan did at the same
moment, tuned in on the local broadcast of the Military Headquarters
View and Control Room.
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