Dictatorship -- Fiction; Inventors -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Time travel -- Fiction
Soft as a breath the swift car came to rest at the level of the
upper vaults, and into the blue lighted corridor issued the strange
procession--four strange creatures beyond any man's imaginings, whose
very presence made the air electric with menace; two of them bearing
the glittering thing that gave them life, the irreplaceable telepath
whose structure was known to the Master and to no other living man, and
within the shelter of their square walked the puissant owner of the
world, quick with desire for the woman he hoped to resurrect from the
forgotten dead, but still fearful in the memory of the bright flame of
the sky and the city drenched in blood. He remembered now that as he
had first seen the girl, the heavens had unleashed upon him that great
storm, quivering with a concentration of the hate that always subtly
beat upon him, and he wondered whether the old gods still lived, and
had shown him then a sign and now another sign.
"Perhaps," he thought, "I should turn back, lest I and my great destiny
should be trapped and lost in the dimness of these vaults and the
enticements of the past, so that I might never again look forth upon
the planet that lies crushed beneath my will, or behold the great cold
space of twinkling suns that yet may feel my power. But no, this is
weakness, for the past is mine as well as the future, and this woman
shall be but the first tribute I shall exact."
Thus fixed in his determination, he came to the laboratory, where
Heidkamp stood alone and tense among the fantastic trappings of his
science. In the center of the room was a great cylinder of softly
glowing orange, on the warm surface of which danced flecks of silver
light. This was the mold into which the whining generators, banked tier
on tier in the further shadows, were pouring dissonances to be flung
across the incredible emptiness of timelessness to snatch back a living
prize. Upon its side an insulated handle stood out sharp and black, and
around it a faint suggestion of a door showed thru the radiance.
No spark of hatred showed in Heidkamp's eyes as he saluted. "Your
Excellency has arrived within three minutes of the time when the
Ronferth potential will be at maximum. You will observe on the right
a visiscreen connected thru a time visor so as to show the house and
its surroundings. Upon the steps sits the girl whom you desire. She is
waiting for her escort. I have drawn this black circle upon the screen
itself, to show where the trap will be sprung."
"And how will you lure her to the trap?"
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