unnatural state. And they would not, in any event, in the remote chance that they might consider an armistice, consider it at this time when they have a chance to prevent us from saving the universe.”
'You mean,' asked Gary, horror in his voice, 'that they actually want the universe destroyed? That they would fight you to prevent you from saving it?”
'That,' said the Engineer, 'is exactly what I mean. You understand so well.”
'Do you expect them to attack soon?' asked Tommy.
'We do not know. They may attack at any time. We are ready at all times. We know they will attack eventually.”
'We must find a way,' said Caroline. 'We can't let them stop us! We must find a way!”
'We will find a way,' rumbled Kingsley. 'There has to be a way, and we'll find it.”
'What do you call these rip-snorters you've been fighting all these years?”
asked Herb.
'We call them the Hellhounds,' said the Engineer, but that was not exactly what he meant. The thought brought together a certain measure of loathing mixed with fear and hatred. Hellhounds was the nearest the Earthlings could translate the thought.
'They can break through the time-space curve,' said Caroline, musingly, 'and they can travel in the fifth- dimensional inter-space.' She flashed a look at Gary, a look filled with the flare of inspiration. 'Perhaps,' she said, 'that is the answer. Perhaps that is what we should try to find the answer to.”
'I don't know what you mean,' said Gary, 'but maybe you are right.”
'The space-time curve would be rigid,' said Kingsley. 'Rigid and hard to unravel. Lines of stress and force that would be entirely new. That would take mathematical knowledge. That and tremendous power.”
'The power of new energy,' said Gary. 'Perhaps the power of the energy the rubbing universes will create.”
Kingsley stared at him as if he had struck him with an open hand. 'You have it,' he shouted. 'You have it!”
'But we haven't got the energy,' said Gary, bluntly.
'No,' agreed Kingsley. 'We'll have to get that first.”
'And control it,' said Caroline.
'Perhaps,' suggested the Engineer, 'we should go now. The others are waiting for us. They have come so far, many of them from greater distances than you.”
'How many are there?' asked Gary.
'Only a few,' said the Engineer, 'so very few. Life is so seldom found throughout the universe. The universe does not care for life. I sometimes think life is merely a strange disease that should not be here at all, that it is some accidental arrangement of matter that has no right to be. The universe is so hostile to it that it would seem almost to be abnormal.
There are so few places where it can take root and live.”
'But throughout those billions of galaxies there must be many races,”
declared Kingsley.
'There may be many we do not know about,' said the Engineer, 'but very few that we can contact. It is so very hard to get in touch with them. And some of them would be useless to us, races that had developed along entirely different lines to achieve a different culture. Races that live without the application of any of the practical sciences. Races that are sunken in the welter of philosophy and thought. Races that have submerged themselves in aesthetics and are untrained in science. The only ones we could reach were those scientifically-minded races that could catch our message and could reply to us… and after that could build the apparatus that would bring them here.”
'Hell,' said Herb, 'it takes all kinds of people to make a universe.”
The Engineer led them through an air lock which opened from the room into a mighty corridor… a corridor that stretched away for inconceivable distances, a vast place that held a brooding sense of empty space.
The suits functioned perfectly. Gravity and pressure were normal and the suits themselves were far more comfortable than the spacesuits used back in the solar system.
Slowly they trudged down the hall behind the Engineer.
'How long did it take to build this city?' asked Gary.
'Many years,' said the Engineer. 'Since we came here.”
'Came here?' asked Gary. 'Then this isn't your native planet?”
'No,' said the Engineer, but he did not offer to explain.
'Say,' said Herb, 'you didn't ask our names. You don't know who we are.”
Gary thought he detected a faint semblance of dry humor in the answer of the Engineer.
'Names,' he said. 'You mean personal designations? I know who you are without knowing names.”
'Maybe,' said Herb, 'but we can't read thoughts like you can. We got to have names.' He trotted along at the heels of the Engineer. 'Don't you fellows have names?' he asked.
'We are designated by numbers,' said the Engineer. 'Purely as a matter of record. The individual doesn't count so much here as he does where you came from.”
'Numbers,' said Herb. 'Just like a penitentiary.”
'If it is necessary for you to designate me,' said the Engineer, 'my number is 1824. I should have told you sooner. I am sorry I forgot.”
They halted before a massive door and the Engineer sounded a high-pitched thought-wave that beat fantastically against their minds. The great door slid back into the wall and they walked into a room that swept away in lofty reaches of vast distances, with a high-vaulted ceiling that formed a sky-like cup above them.
The room was utterly empty of any sort of furniture. Just empty space that stretched away to the dim, far walls of soaring white. But in its center was a circular elevation of that same white stone, a dais-like structure that reared ten feet or more above the white-paved floor.
Upon the dais stood several of the Engineers and around them were grouped queer, misshapen things, nightmares snatched from some book of olden horrors, monstrosities that made Gary's blood run cold as be gazed upon them.
He felt Caroline's fingers closing on his arm. 'Gary,' her whisper was thin and weak, 'what are they?”
'Those are the ones that we have called,' said the Engineer. 'The ones who have come so far to help us in our fight.”
'They look like something a man would want to step on,' said Herb, and there was a horrible loathing in his words.
Gary stared at them, fascinated by their very repulsiveness. Lords of the universe, he thought. These are the things that represent the cream of the universe's intelligence. These things that looked, as Herb had said, like something you would want to step on.
The Engineer was walking straight ahead, toward the wide, shallow steps that led up to the dais.
'Come on,' rumbled Kingsley. 'Maybe we look as bad to them.”
They crossed the hall and tramped up the steps. The Engineer crossed to the other Engineers.
'These,' he said, 'are the ones who have come from the outer planet of the solar system we have watched so many years.”
The Engineers looked at them. So did the other things. Gary felt his skin crawling under the scrutiny.
'They are welcome,' came the thought-wave of one of the Engineers. 'You have told them how glad we are to have them here?”
'I have told them,' declared Engineer 1824.
There were chairs for the Earthlings. One of the Engineers waved an invitation to them and they sat down.
Gary looked around. They were the only ones who had chairs. The Engineers, apparently tireless, remained standing. Some of the other things stood, too. One of them stood on a single leg with his second leg tucked tight against his body — like a dreaming stork — except that he didn't look like a stork. Gary tried to classify him. He wasn't a bird or a reptile or a mammal. He wasn't anything a human being had ever imagined. Long, skinny legs, great bloated belly, head with unkempt hair falling over brooding, dead-fish eyes.
One of the Engineers began to speak.
