Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Life on other planets -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
Ras Thavas himself was as remarkable as the things he accomplished. He
was never intentionally cruel; he was not, I am sure, intentionally
wicked. He was guilty of the most diabolical cruelties and the basest of
crimes; yet in the next moment he might perform a deed that if
duplicated upon Earth would have raised him to the highest pinnacle of
man’s esteem. Though I know that I am safe in saying that he was never
prompted to a cruel or criminal act by base motives, neither was he ever
urged to a humanitarian one by high motives. He had a purely scientific
mind entirely devoid of the cloying influences of sentiment, of which he
possessed none. His was a practical mind, as evidenced by the enormous
fees he demanded for his professional services; yet I know that he would
not operate for money alone and I have seen him devote days to the study
of a scientific problem the solution of which could add nothing to his
wealth, while the quarters that he furnished his waiting clients were
overflowing with wealthy patrons waiting to pour money into his coffers.
His treatment of me was based entirely upon scientific requirements. I
offered a problem. I was either, quite evidently, not a Barsoomian at
all, or I was of a species of which he had no knowledge. It therefore
best suited the purposes of science that I be preserved and studied. I
knew much about my own planet. It pleased Ras Thavas’ scientific mind to
milk me of all I knew in the hope that he might derive some suggestion
that would solve one of the Barsoomian scientific riddles that still
baffle their savants; but he was compelled to admit that in this respect
I was a total loss, not alone because I was densely ignorant upon
practically all scientific subjects, but because the learned sciences on
Earth have not advanced even to the swaddling-clothes stage as compared
with the remarkable progress of corresponding activities on Mars. Yet he
kept me by him, training me in many of the minor duties of his vast
laboratory. I was entrusted with the formula of the “embalming fluid”
and taught how to withdraw a subject’s blood and replace it with this
marvellous preservative that arrests decay without altering in the
minutest detail the nerve or tissue structure of the body. I learned
also the secret of the few drops of solution which, added to the
rewarmed blood before it is returned to the veins of the subject,
revitalizes the latter and restores to normal and healthy activity each
and every organ of the body.
He told me once why he had permitted me to learn these things that he
had kept a secret from all others, and why he kept me with him at all
times in preference to any of the numerous individuals of his own race
that served him and me in lesser capacities both day and night.
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