The chariot of the sun : $b a fantasyPocock, Roger
Science
The chariot of the sun : $b a fantasy
Pocock, Roger
Canadian fiction; Speculative fiction
Now we had come face to face with the first law, "Adapt yourselves or
die." Some of us adapted ourselves to the new conditions, but for
those who failed---- A few days later one began to notice a faint,
sickly smell in the streets, and when the air was still, a thin,
white mist hanging above the roofs. This bred the pestilence. For
there was famine such as had never been known in human annals, famine
in the midst of a great abundance.
It must not be thought that there was any lack of food either in
London or the provinces. Brand had seen to it.
At the beginning many families laid in stores of victuals, filled
their water tanks, fortified their homes, and gallantly defended
themselves by force of arms. The big employers kept their servants
alive by daily issue of rations, and that long after they suspended
work. The Government issued free rations for all those who were
strong enough to fight their way to the depôts, and get off home
again without being killed. The farmers and fishermen brought in
supplies which they traded for works of art and precious merchandise,
for land and houses. These men became very rich.
There was plenty of food, but after the Government fell three-fifths
of the whole supply was lost by pillage and burning. The fire
brigade was helpless for lack of water; the police and the troops
were withdrawn, dispersed, or massacred.
We were reduced to the strangest shifts and expedients for money.
Coins passed according to size and weight, as pence, halfpence and
farthings. Thus, four sovereigns made an ounce, or penny, which
would buy a small roll of bread. Ounces of tobacco, brass checks
representing goods in storage, medals, gems, blankets, were common
tokens of barter. A revolver cartridge would buy four ounces of meat.
We lacked one old resource of former troubles--horseflesh. There
were a few horses owned by rich men; but motor carriages did all the
traction, and one cannot eat dynamos. It was curious, too, that
panic of the naturalists concerning the Zoological Gardens. Many of
the animals condemned for soup--the lions and tigers, for instance,
were the last surviving examples of species and orders now wholly
extinct. Thousands of starved Londoners protested concerning the
lions--the British Lions.
Twenty years have gone by since then, and God has touched our hair
with silver in token of the eternal peace to come. And still in the
deeps of the night the memory breaks into our dreams, and lifts us
broad awake with a scream of horror. Yet, would we part with that
dread remembrance? No, not for worlds!
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account