touch of red-gold. It seemed like fine copper wire that's turned brown. It was crisp and curly. His forehead was wide, twice as wide as mine.
His features were delicate, but tremendously impressive; his eyes were gray, like etched iron, and bigger than mine—a lot.
That suit he wore—it was more like a bathing suit with pajama trousers. His arms were long and muscled smoothly as an Indian's. He was white, though, tanned lightly with a golden, rather than a brown, tan.
But he was magnificent. Most wonderful man I ever saw. I don't know, damn it!
'Hello!' I said. 'Have an accident?'
'No; not this time, at least.'
And his voice was magnificent, too. It wasn't an ordinary voice. It sounded like an organ talking, only it was human.
'But maybe my mind isn't quite steady yet. I tried an experiment. Tell me what the date is, year and all, and let me see,' he went on.
'Why—December 9, 1932,' I said.
And it didn't please him. He didn't like it a bit. But the wry grin that came over his face gave way to a chuckle.
'Over a thousand—' he says reminiscently. 'Not as bad as seven million. I shouldn't complain.'
'Seven million what?'
'Years,' he said, steadily enough. Like he meant it. 'I tried an experiment once.
Or I will try it. Now I'll have to try again. The experiment was—in 3059. I'd just finished the release experiment. Testing space then. Time—it wasn't that, I still believe. It was space. I felt myself caught in that field, but I couldn't pull away. Field gamma-H
481, intensity 935 in the Pellman range. It sucked me in, and I went out.
'I think it took a short cut through space to the position the solar system will occupy. Through a higher dimension, effecting a speed exceeding light and throwing me into the future plane.'
He wasn't telling me, you know. He was just thinking out loud. Then he began to realize I was there.
'I couldn't read their instruments, seven million years of evolution changed everything. So I overshot my mark a little coming back. I belong in 3059.'
'But tell me, what's the latest scientific invention of this year?'
He startled me so, I answered almost before I thought.
'Why, television, I guess. And radio and airplanes.'
'Radio—good. They will have instruments.'
'But see here—who are you?'
'Ah—I'm sorry. I forgot,' he replied in that organ voice of his. 'I am Ares Sen Kenlin. And you?'
'James Waters Bendell.'
'Waters—what does that mean? I do not recognize it.'
'Why—it's a name, of course. Why should you recognize it?'
'I see—you have not the classification, then. 'Sen' stands for science.'
'Where did you come from, Mr. Kenlin?'
'Come from?' He smiled, and his voice was slow and soft. 'I came out of space across seven million years or more. They had lost count— the men had. The machines had eliminated the unneeded service. They didn't know what year it was.
But before that—my home is in Neva'th City in the 3059.'
That's when I began to think he was a nut.
'I was an experimenter,' he went on. 'Science, as I have said. My father was a scientist, too, but in human genetics. I myself am an experiment. He proved his point, and all the world followed suit. I was the first of the new race.
'The new race—oh, holy destiny—what has—what will—
'What is its end? I have seen it—almost. I saw them—the little men—
bewildered—lost. And the machines. Must it be—can't anything sway it?
'Listen—I heard this song.'
He sang the song. Then he didn't have to tell me about the people. I knew them. I could hear their voices, in the queer, crackling, un-English words. I could read their bewildered longings. It was in a minor key, I think. It called, it called and asked, and hunted hopelessly. And over it all the steady rumble and whine of the unknown, forgotten machines.
The machines that couldn't stop, because they had been started, and the little men had forgotten how to stop them, or even what they were for, looking at them and listening—and wondering. They couldn't read or write any more, and the language had changed, you see, so that the phonic records of their ancestors meant nothing to them.
But that song went on, and they wondered. And they looked out across space and they saw the warm, friendly stars—too far away. Nine planets they knew and inhabited. And locked by infinite distance, they couldn't see another race, a new life.
And through it all—two things. The machines. Bewildered forgetfulness. And maybe one more. Why?
That was the song, and it made me cold. It shouldn't be sung around people of today. It almost killed something. It seemed to kill hope. After that song—I—well, I believed him.
When he finished the song, he didn't talk for a while. Then he sort of shook himself.
You won't understand (he continued). Not yet—but I have seen them. They stand about, little misshapen men with huge heads. But their heads contain only brains.
They had machines that could think—but somebody turned them off a long time ago, and no one knew how to start them again. That was the trouble with them. They had wonderful brains. Far better than yours or mine. But it must have been millions of years ago when they were turned off, too, and they just haven't thought since then.
Kindly little people. That was all they knew.
When I slipped into that field it grabbed me like a gravitational field whirling a space transport down to a planet. It sucked me in—and through. Only the other side must have been seven million years in the future. That's where I was. It must have been in exactly the same spot on Earth's surface, but I never knew why.
It was night then, and I saw the city a little way off. The Moon was shining on it, and the whole scene looked wrong. You see, in seven million years, men had done a lot with the positions of the planetary bodies, what with moving space liners, clearing lanes through the asteroids, and such. And seven million years is long enough for natural things to change positions a little. The Moon must have been fifty thousand miles farther out. And it was rotating on its axis. I lay there a while and watched it.
Even the stars were different.
There were ships going out of the city. Back and forth, like things sliding along a wire, but there was only a wire of force, of course. Part °f Ac city, the lower part, was brightly lighted with what must have teen mercury vapor glow, I decided. Blue-green.
I felt sure men didn't
We thwe—the light was wrong for eyes. But the top of the city was so sparsely lighted.
Then I saw something coming down out of the sky. It was brightly lighted. A huge globe, and it sank straight to the center of the great black-and-silver mass of the city.
I don't know what it was, but even then I knew the city was deserted. Strange that I could even imagine that, I who had never seen a deserted city before. But I walked the fifteen miles over to it and entered it. There were machines going about the streets, repair machines, you know. They couldn't understand that the city didn't need to go on functioning, so they were still working. I found a taxi machine that seemed fairly familiar. It had a manual control that I could work.
I don't know how long that city had been deserted. Some of the men from the other cities said it was a hundred and fifty thousand years. Some went as high as three hundred thousand years. Three hundred thousand years since human foot had been in that city. The taxi machine was in perfect condition, functioned at once. It was clean, and the city was clean and orderly. I saw a restaurant and I was hungry. Hungrier still for humans to speak to. There were none, of course, but I didn't know.
