“The nine creatures now awaiting death have been condemned in this way.
My Leader tells me that they are not worth saving, as you will agree
when you hear their own account of their condemnation.
“They say that they were the controlling race on the earth’s surface
about 200,000 years ago. When I learnt this I remembered that you had
said that you came of a race 300,000 years more ancient, and I asked my
Leader to inquire whether the Dwellers had any specimens of your race
also.
“They replied that they did not know, as they had never left their own
reservation until this undeserved (as they considered) catastrophe had
fallen upon them, but from their own knowledge of the civilisations
which had preceded their own, they should think it unlikely. They said
that the time mentioned was one at which there was a race of men
existing for a short period, too transient and too barbarous for the
Dwellers to be likely to consider them worthy of any study. Of all the
myriad creations that the earth has known before and since, they were in
some ways the most abortive. Although they only occupied, at their most
numerous time, about one-half of the earth’s surface, they are believed
to have destroyed themselves for fear of their own fecundity. They
killed each other in many violent ways, and rewarded those who devised
fresh methods for their own destruction. The stench of their diseases
rose in the sky till the other planets protested, and there would
certainly have been a Divine intervention, had they not destroyed
themselves, as I have told you.
“All this may be true, or not. You can judge of that. The creatures that
tell it believe themselves to be much better, but are of a very filthy
kind. Their appearances may be better than yours, but their minds are
worse. I will show them to you, as my Leader has given them to me.”
She then gave me a picture which was as vivid in her thought as though I
stood at the side of the killing-pens, and looked through the steam at
those who were confined within them.
The first I saw was of the size and shape of a man, the body very
thickly and grossly formed, and of a dark sepia colour, irregularly
blotched with yellow, in some places as light as sulphur.
It sat cross-legged. It had a heavy head, which hung forward; the nose
was very large and horny, like a vulture’s beak. The natural impression
of the face was rapacious and cruel, but it had now an appearance of
abject and hopeless misery, which was almost comic, through all its
tragic reality.
It had large bat-wings, wide open on either side, and as it crouched
thus, with wings extended, it appeared to me as though it were seeking a
space beneath an umbrella which was not sufficient to cover it.
There were six more of these creatures--all males. There were two
others--one male, one female--alike, except that their faces, though
equally brutal, were less intelligent, and that their wings were closed
when I saw them.
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