"Neptunians!" whispered Marlin beside me. "Neptunians, Hunt--those
squat, flat disk-bodies--those great eyes----!"
Neptunians! Yet I had seen myself that they must be so, that only on a
great planet like Neptune, with far greater gravitational power than
Earth, could those squat, flat bodies have evolved. For the greater
the power of a planet's gravitation, the lower and the more squat will
be the forms of life that evolve upon it. And just as these Neptunians
had evolved in their strange disk-form here on the great planet, due
to its greater gravitational power, so had their great light-gathering
eyes been evolved by the dimness that reigned here always. And it was
these beings, it was clear, who had built the vast compartment-city
that covered all of the great planet's surface about us, since it was
only beings like these who would have built such strange, low doors
in it for their own flat disk-bodies, only such beings as these who,
with their seven great limbs, could manipulate the controls of the
mechanisms we had seen!
"Neptunians!" I whispered it, myself. "But if it's beings like these
who inhabit Neptune, who have sent the great force-ray stabbing toward
the sun to divide it, where are they all? Why have they left all this
city, all this world, dead and deserted?"
Marlin, inside his space-walker, shook his head. "God knows, Hunt! If
all these Neptunians have deserted their world, where have they gone? I
know no more than you. But it's clear that they've come back for more
of those great mechanisms."
It was, indeed, evident that that was the object of the Neptunians'
visit to the compartment-city, for now the score or more in the
adjoining compartment were busily working with their tools upon three
or four of the great cogged mechanisms that loomed there. Swiftly they
were taking down those mechanisms, were dissembling them into a myriad
intricate parts which were stowed away in the four great cylinders.
More than once some of them passed close to the low door through
which Marlin and I were gazing, but none ventured through it into the
compartment in which we hid, seeming all to be intent upon the business
at hand. And as they worked on we began to understand some of the
features about them that had puzzled us in our first horror-stricken
sight of them.
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