Masters of Space by E.E. "Doc" Smith

Author:E.E. "Doc" Smith
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781603126205
Publisher: Aegypan
Published: 2009-01-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Hilton did not have to drive the peyondix-beam to the-planet Strett; it was already there. And there was the monstrous First Lord Thinker Zoyar.

Into that mind his multimind flashed, its every member as responsive to his will as his own fingers-almost infinitely more so, in fact, because of the tremendous lengths of time required to send messages along nerves.

That horrid mind was scanned cell by cell. Then, after what seemed like a few hours, when a shield began sluggishly to form, Hilton transferred his probe to the mind of the Second Thinker, one Lord Ynos, and absorbed everything she knew. Then, the minds of all the other Thinkers being screened, he studied the whole Strett planet, foot by foot, and everything that was on it.

Then, mission accomplished, Hilton snapped his attention back to his office and the multi-mind fell apart. As he opened his eyes be heard Tuly scream: “… Luck!”

“Oh-you still here, Tuly? How long have we been gone?” “Approximately one and one-tenth seconds, sir.” “WHAT!”

Beverly Bell, in the haven of Franklin Poynter’s arms, fainted quietly. Sandra shrieked piercingly. The four men stared, goggle-eyed. Temple and Teddy, as though by common thought, burrowed their faces into brawny shoulders.

Hilton recovered first. “So that’s what peyondix is.”

“Yes, sir-I mean no, sir. No, I mean yes, but…” Tuly paused, licking her lips in that peculiarly human-female gesture of uncertainty.

“Well, what do you mean? It either is or isn’t. Or is that necessarily so?”

“Not exactly, sir. That is, it started as peyondix. But it became something else. Not even the most powerful of the old Masters-nobody-ever did or ever could possibly generate such a force as that. Or handle it so fast.”

“Well, with seven of the best minds of Terra and a…” “Chip-chop the chit-chat!” Karns said, harshly. “What I want to know is whether I was having a nightmare. Can there possibly be a race such as I thought I saw? So utterly savage-ruthless-merciless! So devoid of every human trace and so hell-bent determined on the extermination of every other race in the Galaxy? God damn it, it simply doesn’t make sense!”

Eyes went from eyes to eyes to eyes.

All had seen the same indescribably horrible, abysmally atrocious, things. Qualities and quantities and urges and drives that no words in any language could even begin to portray.

“It doesn’t seem to, but there it is.” Teddy Blake shook her head hopelessly.

Big Bill Karns, hands still shaking, lit a cigarette before he spoke again. “Well, I’ve never been a proponent of genocide. But it’s my considered opinion that the Stretts are one race the Galaxy can get along without.”

“A hell of a lot better without,” Poynter said, and all agreed.

“The point is, what can we do about it?” Kincaid asked. “The first thing, I would say, is to see whether we can do this-whatever it is-without Tuly’s help. Shall we try it? Although I, for one, don’t feel like doing it right away.”

“Not I, either.” Beverly Bell held up her right hand, which was shaking uncontrollably.

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