Those who had sought to postpone the desire of death by searching for
curious knowledge in the bodies of other creatures, were now working
with a recovered energy to repair those of their younger fellows. Those
who had boasted that their youth was of an invincible immortality, were
now being carried in, broken or maimed or in divided parts, to be
repaired or rejected. And those who were past repair were not cast aside
for fire or corruption to feed upon them, but the portions of their
bodies which were still sound were used for the repair of their more
lightly-injured companions, and for this purpose, (if not immediately
required), they were hurried into a freezing-chamber, if possible before
life had entirely left them.
I saw a surgeon stoop over a body which had been bitten through at the
waist, so that it was almost entirely severed, and give a gesture of
negation, on which it disappeared at once in the direction from which
bodies, or parts of bodies were being brought and thawed as they were
required for the repairing of others; muscles, or bones, or missing
organs being grafted upon those who retained sufficient life to connect
them.
On the distant surface of the world the fighting must have been of a
desperate character, for while I was laid aside and forgotten a
succession of wounded, most of them with ghastly injuries, were brought
in, till it seemed that the ample floor of the laboratory would be too
small to contain them.
One of the last was a woman.
I had only known her before in a moment’s vision, but I could not forget
or mistake that flame of life as I had seen it assert defiant youth
against the deepest laws of the Universe which conceived it. And the
flame of life was still there, and still unconquered, though the body
was torn and opened, soiled with filth from the upper surface of the
earth which had been the place of its conflict, and discoloured in
places to a sulphurous yellow from the action of its antagonist.
It was in tribute to that dominating vitality that the attendants paused
in their work, the consciousness of my own peril left my mind, and the
dying turned to regard her, as she gave her thought to the surgeon who
was bending to observe her injuries.
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