Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Nuclear warfare -- Fiction; War stories
The chuckle-headed lad nodded rapidly. The wonderful inevitable idea
was coming. He drew his knee up towards his chin and swayed in his seat
with excitement. ‘Why not?’ he echoed, ‘why not?’
The professor lifted his forefinger.
‘Given that knowledge,’ he said, ‘mark what we should be able to do! We
should not only be able to use this uranium and thorium; not only
should we have a source of power so potent that a man might carry in
his hand the energy to light a city for a year, fight a fleet of
battleships, or drive one of our giant liners across the Atlantic; but
we should also have a clue that would enable us at last to quicken the
process of disintegration in all the other elements, where decay is
still so slow as to escape our finest measurements. Every scrap of
solid matter in the world would become an available reservoir of
concentrated force. Do you realise, ladies and gentlemen, what these
things would mean for us?’
The scrub head nodded. ‘Oh! go on. Go on.’
‘It would mean a change in human conditions that I can only compare to
the discovery of fire, that first discovery that lifted man above the
brute. We stand to-day towards radio-activity as our ancestor stood
towards fire before he had learnt to make it. He knew it then only as a
strange thing utterly beyond his control, a flare on the crest of the
volcano, a red destruction that poured through the forest. So it is
that we know radio-activity to-day. This—this is the dawn of a new day
in human living. At the climax of that civilisation which had its
beginning in the hammered flint and the fire-stick of the savage, just
when it is becoming apparent that our ever-increasing needs cannot be
borne indefinitely by our present sources of energy, we discover
suddenly the possibility of an entirely new civilisation. The energy we
need for our very existence, and with which Nature supplies us still so
grudgingly, is in reality locked up in inconceivable quantities all
about us. We cannot pick that lock at present, but——’
He paused. His voice sank so that everybody strained a little to hear
him.
‘——we will.’
He put up that lean finger again, his solitary gesture.
‘And then,’ he said....
‘Then that perpetual struggle for existence, that perpetual struggle to
live on the bare surplus of Nature’s energies will cease to be the lot
of Man. Man will step from the pinnacle of this civilisation to the
beginning of the next. I have no eloquence, ladies and gentlemen, to
express the vision of man’s material destiny that opens out before me.
I see the desert continents transformed, the poles no longer
wildernesses of ice, the whole world once more Eden. I see the power of
man reach out among the stars....’
He stopped abruptly with a catching of the breath that many an actor or
orator might have envied.
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