"The next moment, though, there came the throb of great pumps, and
swiftly the waters inside the globe began to sink, while a strange
hissing began. A glance at the dials explained it, for as the waters
sank they were being replaced by air, at a pressure the same as at
sea-level. In a moment more the waters had disappeared entirely, and
cautiously we opened the conning-tower doors and stepped out. The air,
we found, was quite pure and breathable, though with a strange odor of
chemicals, and had it not been for the vast white-lit city of globes
lying beneath the waters outside our transparent doors, one might have
thought himself in some room on earth's surface.
"I knew, though, as the submarine's startled occupants stepped out
into our strange prison, how far we were from earth's surface, how
unfathomably far from the life of humanity in this city of the sea's
dark depths, this white-lit town of the trackless ocean's floor.
For I knew now how far from humanity were these strange and fearful
slug-creatures who were of more than human intelligence, but with no
human point of view, who could capture men and put them in this prison
of air at the sea's bottom as we of earth would capture some creatures
of the sea and imprison them in a prison of water, or aquarium, on
earth!
4
"We were not long left undisturbed in our strange prison. Within a
few minutes we saw, approaching our building from outside along the
smooth-paved street, a group of the slug-creatures who carried with
them what seemed strange suits of flexible metal, with transparent
eye-holes. Three of them donned these, fastening them carefully, and
then the outer door of our prison rolled down and the three moved or
crawled into the vestibule, or space between the doors, which was
filled with water, of course. A moment later came the throbbing of
pumps again, the vestibule emptied of water and filled with air, and as
the inner door rolled down in turn the three crawled into our prison.
Their armored suits, we saw, were filled with water to enable them to
venture into the unfamiliar element of air, just as a human diver in an
air-filled suit will venture into water.
"A moment we humans stared at these strange figures, in sickened
horror, while those outside watched us carefully through the clear
door, ready to open it and send the destroying floods in upon us at any
wrong move on our part. Then one of the three, with a long, slender
rod in his grasp, moved to the metal wall of our prison and drew a
sketch, or diagram, of sea and land, with slug-like creatures at the
sea's bottom and erect, manlike ones upon the land. He pointed from the
former to himself, and from the latter to us, and I stepped forward and
repeated his gesture to show our understanding.
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