Science fiction; Space ships -- Fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
It turned corners, dived downward into subways and swung upward onto
bridges, selecting unerringly and following truly the guiding pencils
of force which would lead it to the airport, its destination. Its pace
was fast, mounting effortlessly upon the straightaways to a hundred
miles an hour and more.
There were no traffic jams and very few halts, since each direction of
traffic had its own level and its own roadway, and the only necessity
for stopping came in the very infrequent event that a main artery into
which the machine's way led was already so full of vehicles that it had
to wait momentarily for an opening. There was no disorder, and there
were neither accidents nor collisions; for the forces controlling those
thousands upon thousands of speeding mechanisms, unlike the drivers
of Earthly automobiles, were uniformly tireless, eternally vigilant,
and--sober.
Thus Siblin arrived at the airport without incident, finding his
special plane ready and waiting. It also was fully automatic,
robot-piloted, sealed for high flight, and equipped with everything
necessary for comfort. He ate a hearty meal, and, then, as the plane
reached its ninety-thousand-foot ceiling and leveled out at eight
hundred miles an hour toward the distant capital, undressed and went to
bed, to the first real sleep he had enjoyed for many days.
* * * * *
As has been indicated, Siblin lost no time; but, rapidly as he had
traveled and instantly as he had made connections Quedrin Radnor was
already in his seat in the council extraordinary when Siblin was
ushered in to sit with that august body. The visiphone reports had
been studied exhaustively by every councilor, and as soon as the
newcomer had answered their many questions concerning the details of
his experiences the council continued its intense, but orderly and
thorough, study of what should be done, what could be done, in the
present crisis.
"We are in agreement, gentlemen," the Bardyle at last announced. "This
new development, offering as it does only the choice between death and
slavery of the most abject kind, does not change the prior situation
except in setting a definite date for the completion of our program
of defense. The stipulated amount of tribute probably could be mined
by dint of straining our every resource, but in all probability that
demand is but the first of such a never-ending succession that our
lives would soon become unbearable.
"We are agreed that the immediate extinction of our entire race is
preferable to a precarious existence which can be earned only by
incessant and grinding labor for an unfeeling and alien race; an
existence even then subject to termination at any time at the whim of
the Chlorans.
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