The moon era
But I did not move to do those things. I stood at the window watching,
hands clenched so that nails cut into my palms, set teeth biting
through my lip.
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Then, as they came on, I moved suddenly, governed not by reason but by
an impulse that I could not resist. I opened the door and clambered
hastily out, picking up the great copper mace that I had left lying
outside.
And I crouched beside the machine, waiting.
Looking across the way the Mother had gone, I saw her at the edge of
the plateau. A tiny, distant form, upon the green moss. I think she had
already seen the machines, and realizing the futility of flight had
turned back to face them.
As the machine-things came by, I was appalled at their size. The metal
stilts were fully six feet long, the vulnerable crystal domes eight
feet above the ground.
I leaped up, and struck at the brain of the nearest, as it passed.
My blow crushed the transparent shell and the soft brain within it.
But the machine toppled toward me, and I fell with it to the ground,
cruelly bruised beneath its angular levers.
One leg was fast beneath it, pinned against the ground, and its weight
was so great that I could not immediately extricate myself. But I had
clung to the copper bar, and when another machine bent down, as if to
examine the fallen one, I seized the weapon with both hands, and placed
another fatal blow.
The second machine fell stiffly beside me, an odd humming sound
continuing within it, in such a position that it almost concealed me
from the others. I struggled furiously to free my leg, while the other
Eternal Ones gathered about, producing curious buzzing sounds.
At last I was free, and on my knees. Always slow in such an unexpected
emergency, the machine-beings had taken no action, though they
continued the buzzing.
One of them sprang toward me as I moved, striking a flailing blow at me
with a metal arm. I leaped up at it, avoiding the sweeping blow, and
struck its crystal case with the end of the copper bar.
The bar smashed through the crystal dome, and crushed the frail
brain-thing within it. But the machine still moved. It went leaping
away across the plateau, its metal limbs still going through the same
motions as before I had killed the ruling brain.
I fell back to the ground, rolling over quickly to avoid its stalking
limbs, and struggling to my feet, still holding grimly to the copper
bar.
The remaining machine-beings rushed upon me, flailing out with metal
limbs. Desperately, I leaped into the air, rising ten feet above their
glistening cases. I came down upon the case of one, beside the crystal
dome that housed its brain. I braced my feet and struck, before it
could snatch at me with its hooked levers.
As it fell to the moss, humming, buzzing, and threshing about with
bright metal limbs, I leaped from it toward the other, holding the bar
before me. But I struck only the metal case, without harming it, and
fell from it into the moss.
Before I could stir, the thing drove its metal limb down upon my body.
It struck my chest with a force that was agonizing ... crushing. A
rocket of fiery pain seemed to burst in my brain. For a moment, I
think, I was unconscious. Then I was coughing up bloody foam.
I lay on the red moss, unable to move, the grim realization that I
would die breaking over me in a black wave, that swept away even my
pain. The metal limb had been lifted from me.
Then the Mother was beside me. She had come back.
Her warm smooth furry body was pressed against my side. I saw her
violet eyes, misty, appealing. She laid the rose-flushed mantles over
my side. The pain went suddenly from it. And I felt new strength, so I
could get to my feet, though red mist still came from my nostrils, and
I felt a hot stream of blood down my side.
The remaining machine-monster was bending, reaching for the Mother.
I seized the copper mace again, struck a furious blow at the crystal
shell that housed its brain. As it crashed down, beating about blindly
and madly with its great metal limbs, my new strength went suddenly
from me and I fell again, coughing once more.
A flailing limb struck the Mother a terrific blow, flinging her against
the moss many yards away. She crept back to me, brokenly, slowly. Her
golden fur was stained with crimson. Her mantles were limp and pale.
There was agony in her eyes.
She came to where I lay, collapsed against my side. Very low, her
musical tones reached my ears and died abruptly with a choking sound.
She had tried to tell me something, and could not.
The last of the Eternal Ones that had followed was dead, and presently
the machines ceased their humming and buzzing and threshing about upon
the moss.
Through the rest of the day we lay there, side by side, both unable
to move. And through the strange night, when the huge white disk of
the earth bathed us in silvery splendor, and in my delirium I dreamed
alternately of my life upon it, and of my adventures upon this weird
moon-world, with the Mother.
When the argent earth was low, and we were cold and drenched with dew,
lying very close together to benefit from each other's warmth, the
wild dreams passed. For a few minutes I was coldly sane. I looked back
upon a life that had never had any great purpose, that had been lived
carelessly, and impulsively. And I was not sorry that I had come to the
moon.
I remained with the Mother until she stirred no more, and no effort
on my part could rouse her to life. With tears in my eyes, I buried
her beneath the green moss. Then stumbling to the ship I climbed in.
Sealing the door and starting the machinery, I felt the ship lift
quickly toward the distant beckoning earth.
THE END