I was too low. I ascended perhaps another thousand feet. When I was
again hanging stationary, I found beneath me a tremendous terraced
building--a pyramid with its apex sliced off. To the north and south it
connected with others of its kind; giant structures generally of pyramid
shape, with streets running along their steplike terraces. Innumerable
bridges connected these mammoth buildings, so that north and south, and
for a few blocks east and west of the center, there were continuous
aerial streets, in some places as many as ten or fifteen, one above the
other.
I turned to the window facing the north. There was now nothing but
buildings as far as my line of vision extended; buildings like a ridge
down the center, shading off to the lower areas of the east and west.
There were trees and parks in spots on the top, but the original ground
was covered.
Some of the upper street levels--those alternate sections of terraces
and bridges over courtyards whose ground was merely the rooftops of
lower edifices--were laid with gleaming rails. And rearing itself above
everything, a skeleton structure of monorails stretched north and
south--eight or ten single rails paralleled at widths of some fifty
feet, which I realized must be carrying some system of aerial railroad.
This towering pile was indeed the backbone of the city, extending
roughly north and south like a mountain range that forms the backbone of
a continent. The lower areas adjacent--five hundred feet above the
ground, perhaps--were for the most part buildings with broad, flat
roofs.
In New Jersey, on Long Island, and north of Manhattan as far as I could
see, lesser cities had appeared, with occasional giants among buildings
that were lower. The whole was now welded into one, for the rivers on
each side of me were spanned by a bridge at almost every street; a
network of bridges under which the water flowed almost unnoticed.
My time-velocity was still accelerating. I saw now, increasingly, many
things about the city that were shadowy--structures that were erected
and stood no more than twenty or thirty years, perhaps, which to my
vision now was only a moment. I became aware, not only below me, but
even above me, of occasional vague aerial structures; skeletons that
reared themselves up a few thousand feet and dissipated into nothing
before I could form a conception of their real nature.
There was, indeed, everywhere this shadowy aspect as to detail. Changes
were taking place; things were being done even the effect of which was
too fleeting for my vision to grasp.
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