East and West -- Fiction; Giants -- Fiction; Science fiction
I got a brief aerial view of the whole island as Kazu balanced
momentarily on the rim, and then we were all thrown to the floor as he
stumbled and slid down the hillside to the level country outside of the
crater.
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Up until this moment we had been engaged in an essentially personal
enterprise, even though its object was to secure information vital to
the United Nations. From this time on, however, the personal element was
to become almost completely subordinate to the vast problems of humanity
itself, for, as we were to soon find, we had tied ourselves to a symbol
that was determined to live up to all that was claimed or expected of
him, and further, who depended upon our advice. The situation for us was
made much worse because at first we doubted both his sincerity and good
sense--in fact, it was not until after the Wagnerian climax of the whole
thing that we at last realized, along with the rest of the world,
exactly what Kazu Takahashi believed in.
Kazu crossed the flat eastern half of Yat in less than a minute,
evidently wishing to get out of range of Rau's artillery as quickly as
possible. His feet tore through the groves as a normal man's might
through a field of clover; indeed, he experienced more trouble from the
softness of the ground than from any vegetation. As we were soon to
learn, one of the disadvantages of Kazu's size lay in the mechanical
properties of the world as experienced by him. Kazu stood almost 600
feet high, or roughly 100 times the linear dimensions of a normal man.
From the simple laws of geometry, this increased his weight by 100^3 or
1 million times. But the area of his body, including the soles of his
feet which had to support this gigantic load, had increased by but
100^2, or ten thousand times. The ground pressure under his feet was
thus 100 times greater, for each square inch, than for a normal man. The
result was that Kazu sank into the ground at each step until he reached
bedrock, or soil strong enough to carry the load.
At the beach he hesitated briefly, as though getting his bearings, and
then waded into the ocean. The surf which had used us so violently was
to him only a half inch ripple. He strode through the shallows and past
the reef in a matter of seconds, and then plunged into deeper water.
From our dizzy perch, now carried at hip height, we watched the great
feet drive down into the sea, leaving green walls of solid water about
them.
Although we did not realize it at the time, we later learned that Kazu's
wading forays were attended by tidal waves which inundated islands up to
a hundred miles away. This trip across a twenty mile strait swamped a
dozen native fishing craft, flooded out four villages and killed some
hundreds of people.
We fared better than some of these innocent bystanders, for Kazu
carefully held our steel box above the sea, and presently lurched
through shallow water to the dry land.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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