The Creature from Beyond Infinity
by Henry Kuttner
CHAPTER I
The Beginning
Ardath opened his eyes, trying to remember why a blinding pain should be throbbing within his skull. Above him was a twisted girder of yellow metal, and beyond that, the inner wall of the space ship. What had happened?
It seemed scarcely a moment ago that the craft had been filled with a confusion of shouted orders, quickly moving men, and the shriek of cleft atmosphere as the ship drove down. Then had come the shock of landing— blackness. And now?
Painfully Ardath dragged his slight, fragile body erect. All around him were ruin and confusion. Corpses lay sprawled and limp, the bodies of those who had not survived the terrible concussion. Strange men, slim and delicate, their skins had been darkly tanned by the long voyage across space. Ardath started hopefully when he saw that one of the bodies moved slightly and moaned.
Theron! Theron, the commander—highest in rank and wisdom—had survived. A wave of gratefulness swept through Ardath. He was not alone on this new, unknown world, as he had feared. Swiftly he found stimulants and bent over the reviving man.
Theron's gray, beardless face grew contorted. His pallid blue eyes opened. He drew a lean hand over his bald head as he whispered.
'Ardath—'
A rocking shudder shook the ship, then suddenly died.
'Who else is alive?' Theron asked with painful effort.
'I don't know, Theron,' Ardath replied softly.
'Find out.'
Ardath searched the huge golden ship. He came back with despair on his drawn harrowed features.
'You and I are the only ones left alive, Theron.'
The commander gnawed at his lips.
'So. And I am dying.' He smiled resignedly at Ardath's sudden protest. 'It's true, Ardath. You do not realize how old I am. For years we have gone through space, and you are the youngest of us. Unshield a port. Let me see where we are.'
'The third planet of this System,' Ardath said.
He pressed a button that swung back a shutter from a nearby port in the golden wall. They saw nothing but darkness at first. Then their eyes became accustomed to the gloom.
The ship lay beached on a dim shore. Blackly ominous the strange world loomed through the gray murk of vague light that filtered through the cloudy sky. A slow drizzle of rain was falling.
'Test the atmosphere,' Theron commanded. Ardath obeyed. Spectroscopic analysis, made from outer space, had indicated that the air here was breathable. The chemical test confirmed this. At Theron's request, Ardath opened a spacelock.
Air surged in with a queerly choking sulphurous odor. The two men coughed rackingly, until eventually they became accustomed to it.
'Carry me out,' the commander said quietly. His glance met and locked with Ardath's as the younger man hesitated. 'I shall die soon,' he insisted gently. 'But first I must—I must know that I have reached my goal.'
Silently Ardath lifted the slight figure in his arms. He splashed through the warm waves and gently laid Theron down on the barren beach. The Sun, hidden behind a cloud blanket, was rising in the first dawn Ardath had ever seen.
A gray sky and sea, a dark shore—those were all he actually saw. Under Ardath's feet he felt the world shudder with the volcanic fires of creation. Rain and tide had not yet eroded the rocks into sand and soil. No vegetation grew anywhere. He did not know whether the land was an island or a continent. It rose abruptly from the beach and mounted to towering crags against the inland skyline.
Theron sighed. His thin ringers groped blindly over the rocky surface on which he lay.
'You are space-born, Ardath,' he said painfully. 'You cannot quite realize that only on a planet can a man find a home. But I am afraid…'
His voice died away. Then it rose again, strengthened. 'I am dying but there is something I must tell you first. Listen, Ardath. . You never knew your mother planet, Kyria. It is light-years away from this world. Or it was. Centuries ago, we discovered that Kyria was doomed. A wandering planetoid came so close that it would inevitably collide with us and destroy our civilization utterly. 'Kyria was a lovely world, Ardath.'
'I know,' Ardath breathed. 'I have seen the films in our records.'
'You have seen our great cities, and the green forests and fields—' An agonizing cough rocked the dying commander. He went on hastily. 'We fled. A selected group of us made this space ship and left Kyria in search of a new home. But of hundreds of planets that we found, none was suitable. None would sustain human life. This, the third planet of this yellow Sun, is our last hope. Our fuel is almost gone. It is your duty, Ardath, to see that the civilization of Kyria does not perish.'
'But this is a dead world,' the younger man protested.
'It is a young world,' Theron corrected.
He paused, and his hand lifted, pointing. Ardath stared at the slow, sullen tide that rippled drearily toward them. The gloomy wash of water receded. And there on the rocky slope lay something that made him nod understandingly.
It was not large. A greasy, shining blob of slime, featureless and repulsive, it was unmistakably alive, undeniably sentient!
The shimmering globule of protoplasm was drawn back with the next wave. When Ardath's eyes met Theron's, the dying man smiled triumphantly.
'Life! There's sun here, Ardath, beyond the clouds—a Sun that sends forth energy, cosmic rays, the rays of evolution. Immeasurable ages will pass before human beings exist here, but exist they will! Our study of countless other planets enables us to predict the course of evolution here. From the unicellular creatures will come sea-beings with vertebrae, then amphibiae, and true reptiles.
'Then warm-blooded beasts will evolve from the flying reptiles and the dinosaurs. Finally there will be ape- like men, who will yield the planet to—true men!'
'But it will take millennia!'
'You must remain here,' Theron stated. 'How many of us survived the voyage from Kyria? You must wait, Ardath, even a million years if it is necessary. Our stasis ray kept us in suspended animation while we came across space. Take the ship beyond the atmosphere. Adjust it to a regular orbit, like a second satellite around this world.
'Set the controls so you will awaken eventually, and be able to investigate the evolutionary progress of this planet. You will wait a long time, I admit. But finally you will find men.'
'Men like us?'
Theron shook his head regretfully.
'No. Super-mentality is a matter of eugenically controlled breeding. Occasionally a mental giant will be born, but not often. On Kyria we bred and mated these mental giants, till eventually their progeny peopled the planet. You must do the same with this world.'
'I will,' Ardath consented. 'But how—' 'Go through the ages. Do not stop till you find one of these mental giants. He will be easily recognized, for, almost from infancy, he will be far in advance of his contemporaries. He will withdraw from them, turning to the pursuit of wisdom. He will be responsible for many of the great inventions of his time. Take this man—or woman, perhaps—and go on into time, until you have found a mental giant of the opposite sex. 'You could never mate with a female of this world, Ardath. Since you are from another system, it would be
