Dictatorship -- Fiction; Inventors -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Time travel -- Fiction
In the laboratory Heidkamp and the Master watched intently, and as soon
as she was well within the trap, Heidkamp swiftly opened the master
switch and closed two others. The coruscations of light appeared deep
within the cage and expanded until the room was again alive with their
radiance. Through the time visor there appeared upon the screen the
house and path and lawn, but the jewels and the girl had vanished,
swept forward into Time.
Heidkamp, hands shaking as he realized that the miraculous experiment
had succeeded, turned the great black handle of the Time Trap and flung
wide the door. Within the cell the girl huddled against the far wall,
hardly knowing what had befallen her, conscious only of the dizzying
sickening shock she had sustained from her transportation into the
future.
An inarticulate cry of joy burst from the lips of the Master. Now his
passion for the girl became an avalanche of madness, sweeping away all
his fears and cautions. He hurled himself forward into the cage of
the Time Trap, reached blindly for the girl, twisted one hand in her
golden hair and pulled her toward him. Blanched and shaking, she held
up her hands with a pathetic gesture of pleading horror. "Beauty from
past ages!" cried the Master hoarsely, and bore down her resistance.
He had forgotten Heidkamp.
Quietly, almost reverently, Heidkamp stepped forward, laid his hand
upon the door, and closed it. He fingered the master switch, and as
he did so, remembered the forces of the New Day, ready to take over
power and build at last a true democracy, including all the mechanical
glories of the civilization which the Master had erected, with the
added crown of peace and freedom and happiness for every man on earth.
This he remembered, and he closed the switch.
The light died back within the cage, and in the circle on the time
screen appeared the Master, so forgetful of all else in his struggles
to win the lips of the girl that he was not even aware that he was
trapped by Time. In his arms the girl struggled desperately, her
feet scattering the wondrous gems upon the grass. A roadster stopped
before the house with an abrupt jerk, and the girl's giant lover
hurled himself from the driver's seat and laid a violent hand upon the
shoulder of the Master.
For one long, ecstatic instant Heidkamp could see in the time visor the
eyes of the Master, stark with his abrupt, dreadful realization.
Slowly Heidkamp picked up a long bar of heavy iron, and methodically
destroyed the time traveler--first the long spirals of glowing tubes,
then the frail and lifeless structure of the empty cage and last the
idling generators, their whispers crashing into silence.
He ignored the robots, waiting in vigilance for the commands of the
Master, commands that now would never come, their frantic urgency lost
in Time.
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