Through the metal walls of that room the hurtling submarine crashed
as though through walls of paper, speeding still straight up and
outward with the force of its tremendous impetus. To the half-conscious
Stevens, crouched there. It seemed that for a single moment the whole
world held its breath, and then he saw a fountain of brilliant green
fire burst out and upward from the little control room at the great
spire's top, felt a mighty, thundering detonation shake the waters
about him, and then half glimpsed below him the sea's bottom and the
great city upon it heaving, rumpling, breaking and crashing, as that
city broke up and was annihilated by a tremendous uprush of dazzling
fires from beneath it--broke up and was annihilated, as he knew, by the
explosion of the mighty generator beneath it, whose titanic, pent-up
energies the wrecking of the little control room had released--broke
up and was annihilated, Stevens knew, as _all_ the cities of the
slug-people had been in that moment, when the mighty generators beneath
each of those cities exploded likewise, the prisoned energies of all
of them released by the wrecking of the little room from which all had
been controlled. In all the far-flung deeps of earth's seas the cities
of the slug-people and all their hideous hordes had met annihilation
in that tremendous moment, he knew. The earth shuddered and swayed
beneath those simultaneous, titanic cataclysms; the sea's whole floor
rolled and shook; and then, as the submarine was flung wildly upward
by the terrific convulsions of the waters, the vast fiery uprush of
destruction beneath faded from his eyes.
Then Stevens felt his senses failing him, sank backward and was but
dimly conscious of the waters outside the submarine roaring wildly as
it shot upward with terrific speed. For a time that seemed endless
to his darkened mind that roaring continued, and then abruptly came
silence, and a great shock and splash. Then he felt hands upon him,
and hoarse voices shouting in his ears, heard the doors above clanging
open, admitting a flood of sunlight and clean fresh air upon him, and
then he knew no more.
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