Dystopias -- Fiction; Science fiction; United States -- Fiction
O'Hara felt positive now that he had established a second major fact.
For almost two hours he had been flying these forbidden skies, yet
no patrol--save the atomic radiation of the dead city--had so far
challenged him. It was inconceivable that any important civilization
could exist upon the northernmost of the two Lost Continents without
patrolling its skies, and consequently, if a civilization did exist,
it must have shifted to the south, leaving these wastes. But for some
minutes past, he had observed a peculiar series of geometric designs,
resembling the drawings of ancient Cretan labyrinths, far below him on
the frozen surface. He now was approaching another of these, extending
for miles upon the floor of a wide valley, and very cautiously, with
his eyes constantly flicking back to his scintillometer, he began to
descend toward it, diving.
As rapidly, his milliroentgen count began to climb, reaching .290
within the first five thousand feet of descent, then to .300 when his
altitude was down to 30,000 and jumping very sharply at 24,000 feet
to .325. The strange labyrinth was much too hot for inspection. But
the regularity of its form seemed proof that it was man-made, and that
decided O'Hara. He continued down until his altimeter registered 5,000
feet.
The labyrinth's pattern was precise. It was composed of an almost
infinite number of thick parallel lines, joined at the ends, so that
it actually resembled an endless pipe, though various segments of it
were colored in a multiplicity of pastel shades--a vast farm of pipes,
reaching for miles across the valley's floor, its purpose not apparent
to O'Hara. His milliroentgen count now was approaching .400, and again
he made that steep climb back to 40,000 feet.
These pipe farms soon were visible in every major valley, and further
toward the east, upon the great slope of the plains toward the
Mississippi, they were everywhere like the squares of a continental
checkerboard, in some places partly obscured by snow drifts and in
others lying exposed to the sun's brilliance.
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