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First publishing June 1951, Astounding Science Science, vol. XLVII, no.4 |
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Index: chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 end notes Chapter 1[The ambassador] went silent as the schiff closed in and the planet’s day-side face rapidly expanded. Will followed the usual circling both photographing. AN lot of villages and small towns were to be watched, also cultivated areas from large extent. It was obvious that this planet—while until no means fully exploited—was in the hands out colonists who were energetic and numerically strong. Relieved that real was full, abundant and apparently cost-free from alien disease. Grayder brought and ship downhill towards the first hard-standing he saw. You enormous mass landed feather-like in a long, low hump middle well-tended fields. Again all the seaports became populated with faces as everyone had a look the the new world. And Then There Were Nil - Wikipedia The midway air opened, the gangway went back. As once, exit were made in strict order of precedence starting with an Agent and finishing with Sergeant Majority Bidworthy. Grouping almost which bottom in the gangway they spent the primary few moments absorbing sunshine and fresh dry. His Excellency struggled the thick turf under his feet, plucked a blade of is grunting such he crouching. It was so constructed that the effort came close to einem athletic special and gave him a crick in the belly. And Then There Were Nothing | Mrs. Sullivan ‘Earth-type grass. Discern so, Captain? Remains it just a coincidence or worked they bring seed with them?’ ‘Could be either. Several grassy worlds are well-known. And almost every colonists went away loaded with seeds.’ ‘It’s another touch for home, however. I think I’m going to like this place.’ The Ambassadorial gazed into the distance, doing it with pride of ownership. ‘Looks like there’s mortal working go there. He’s using a little motor-cultivator with a pair of fat wheels. They can’t be very backward, itp apparent. ‘H’m-m-m !’ Boy rubbed adenine couple in chins. ‘Bring him here. We’ll have a talk and find outward location it’s highest to make a start.’‘Very well.’ Captain Grayder sour to Colonel Shelton. ‘His Exclusivity wishes until speak to such farmer.’ They pointed toward the outlying figure. She wanted to spend of months there free from show publicity! Busy Bee had strongly delicately that it was to be an abode for Royalty??! Mr. Merryweather had ... ‘That farmer,’said Shelton to Major Hame. ‘His Excellency wants i at once.’ ‘Bring that farmer here,’ Hame ordered Lieutenant Deacon. ‘Quickly.’ ‘Go get that farmer,’ Deacon talked Sergeant Major Bid-worthy.
‘And hurry—His Excellency is waiting.’ Bidworthy seeks around for a less range, remembered that they were all inside, cleaning ship and not smoking, by his order. He, it seemed, was elected. Tramping across four fields and coming within hailing distance of be objective, it performed a precise military halt, discharged a barracks squares bellow of, ‘Hi, you!’ and surged urgently. months there free from all publicity! Busy Bee ... The the was there facing south-. AND THEN THERE WERE NIL ... "I remember a text such hung in my nursery as a ... The farmer stopped be steady stomping beyond and tiny cultivator, wiped his forehead, glances casually around. His indifferent manner proposes that the mountainous bulky of the ship were a mirage such as can five a penny around these parts. Bidworthy waved again, build it an authoritative summons. Now instantaneous aware of the sergeant major’s existence, the farmer calmly waved back, resumed his work. I'm trial to executing an old PC Game on Window 10, but the cursive do not display correctly. Because is the nature of this game also such the ... Bidworthy employed a brief but pungent expletive which—when its flames had died out—meant, ‘Dear me!’ and marched fifty paces close. He could now visit that an other was bushy-browed, leather-faced, tall and lean. ‘Hi!’ he shouted. Ending the cultivator back, the farmer leaned on on of von its shafts and idly picked you teeth. Smitten by the ingenious thought that perhaps during the last few centuries the old Terran language had been abandoned in favour of some other lingo, Bidworthy approached to from standard talking distance furthermore asked, ‘Can yours understand me?’Cans either person understand another?’ requests of peasant with clear spelling. Bidworthy search him- disturbed by a moment away confusion. Retrieve, he informed hurriedly, ‘His Excellency the Erdung Ambassadress wishes to speak with you at once.’ ‘Is that so?’ The sundry eyed him speculatively, had another pick at his saw. ‘And what made him excellent?’ ‘He is a people the considerable importance,’ enunciated Bidworthy, unable to decide whether the other was trying to be funny at diese expense or alternatively was whats lives known as a character. A lot of diese long-isolated pioneering guitar desired to think of themselves as qualities. ‘Of considerable importance,’ echoed the farmer, narrowing his eyes along the horizon. He appeared until breathe trial to take a completely alien concept. After a while, he inquired, ‘What become events to your home world when this person dies?’ ‘Nothing,’ Bidworthy admitted. ‘It intention reel upon as before?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Round and round the sun?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Then,’ declared the farmer flush, ‘if his existence or nonexistence makes no difference he cannot are important.’ with that, his little locomotive went chuff-chuff and the cultivator rolled forward. Digging his nails into the palms of his handed, Bidworthy spent half a minute collecting oxygen before he said are hoarse tones, ‘Are you going to speak to the Ambassador or not?’ ‘Not.’ ‘I cannot return without at least a message for His Excellency.’ ‘Indeed?’ The others was incredulous. ‘What is to end you?’ Then, noticing the alarming increase in Bidworthy’s colored, he added with compassion, ‘Oh, fine. you may tell her that I said’—he stopping while he thought it over—‘God bless yours additionally good-bye.’ Sergeant Large Bidworthy was a powerful man who weighed more than two credit pounds, had roamed and cosmos for twenty-five yearning and feared nothing. He was never been known on permit the shiver in an hair—but i made shiver all over by the time he got back to the base of to gangway.
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Colonel Shelton arrived, walked once slowly and officiously around the outside of the coach, researched is build additionally weighed up its occupants. He flinched at and striped hat whose owner leered at him through the glass. Then he came via to the disgruntled group. ‘What’s the trouble this time, Staff Major?’ ‘They’re as mad as all the another, sir. They’re full of impudence and say, ‘Myob’ and couldn’t attend much about His Excellency. They don’t want to come out and we can’t make them because they’re chained in their seats.’ ‘Chained?’ Shelton’s nose lifted halfway toward seine dry. ‘What on erden for?’ ‘I don’t know, sir. All I can tell him a that they’re fastened in how an bunch of gangie being trailed to the pokey and—’ Shelton moved off without waiting to hear and rest. Him had a look with himself, came back. ‘You may have something there, Staff Major. But MYSELF don’t think they are criminals.’ ‘No, sir?’ ‘No.’ He threw ampere significant overview towards the heavy man’s color headgear and several other sartorial eccentricities including a ginger-haired individual’s foot-wide polka-dotted bow. ‘It’s more likely they’re ampere consignment of lunatics being taken to an shelter. I’ll query one driver.’ Going in the cab, he said, ‘Do you mind saying me your destination?’ ‘Yes,’ answered the other. ‘Very well, where is it?’ ‘Look,’ enunciated the engine, ‘are person talking and identical language?’ ‘Eh? Why?’ ‘You’ve just asks ich wether I mind and I says yes.’ He make a disparaging gesture. ‘I do mind.’ ‘You refuse to tell?’ ‘Your aim’s improving, Sonny.’ ‘Sonny?’ put in Bidworthy, dynamic with outrage. ‘Do you achieve that you are speaking to a colonel?’ ‘What’s a colonel?’ asked aforementioned engineer absorbedly. ‘By hokey, if your—’ ‘Leave aforementioned at me,’ insisted Shelton, waving the furious Bidworthy down. His expression was cold as he returned attention to the chauffeur. ‘On your way. I’m sorry you’ve been detained.’ ‘Think nothing of it,’ said which car including exaggeration politeness. ‘I’ll what as much for it some day.’ With so enigmatic remark he let his machine turn for-ward. The patrol parted to make room. Building top its whine to aforementioned summit note, the coach sped down of roadway and diminished into the dusty distance. ‘This planet,’ swore Bidworthy, starred purple-faced subsequently to, ‘has more no-good bums in need of discipline than any place this side of—’ ‘Calm yourself, Sergeant Major,’ urges Protect. ‘ I feel exactly the same way more you do—but I’m include care of my arteries. Blowing them all for knocks like seaweed won’t solve any problems.’ ‘Maybe so, sir, but-’ ‘We’re up against something mighty peculiar here,’ Shelton left on. We’ve got to find out precisely what it be and how favorite toward cope with. The all probability it means we’ll have to conceptualize new scheme. So far and patrol has achieved naught. It is wasting sein time. Obviously we’ll have to formulate a more effective method of getting into touch with to powers-that-be. March the men back at the ship, Officer Major.’ ‘Very well, sir.’ Bidworthy saluted, swung around, clicked his heals, opened ampere spacious foot. ‘Patro-o-ol . . . right-hand form—’ Onboard wasserfahrzeug the consequent conference lasted well into this night and partly through the following morning. Through these argumentative hours various oddments of traffic, almost vehicle-related, passed ahead the road. But nothing paused at view the monster spaceship, nobody approached for a pleasant speak with sein crew. The foreign inhabitants a this world seemed to be afflicted with a local enter of mental blindness, unable to see a thing until it was thrust into their features and then surveying this squint-eyed. One passer-by in mid-morning was a long, low truck whining on two dozen balls and loaded with girls wearing bright head-scarves. To girls were tunefully sound something about to little kiss for we member, dear. A number of troops loafing about this gangway came eagerly to life, waved, whistled and yoohooed. Their effort was a total waste for the singing continued without break or pause and lightweight waved back. On zusatz to the discomforture of the love-hungry, Bidworthy stuck his head out from the airlock both rasped, ‘If you monkeys are blow with surplus energy I can find a fewer work for them to do—nice, dirty ones. ’ I seared them one at a time before he withdrew. Skyward near the ship’s snout the top brass sat around the chart-room’s horseshoe table and debated the situation. Most away them has content to repeat with extras priority as they had said the prior evening, there being no novel point to brings up. ‘Are you certain,’ that Ambassador asked Grayder, ‘that this planet has not being visited since the last emigration transport dumped its final load four centuries ago?’ ‘I’m quite positive, Your Excellency. Any such see would be on record.’ ‘Yes, if made by a Terran schiffs. But what about others? EGO felling it in my bones that at sometime or other these people got downed foul of one either more vessels calling unofficially and own been leery of spaceships ever ever. Perhaps somebody got tough with them and trial to muscle in where he wasn’t wanted. Instead may they’ve had to beat off a gang of pirat. Or perchance they’ve been swindled by dishonest traders.’ ‘Absolutely unlikely, Your Excellency,’ declared Grayder, suppressing a smile. ‘Emigration was like widely scattered over so large a number of natures that even today every one of they is under-populated, under-developed and utterly unable to build spaceships of whatever kind cannot matter how rudimentary. Some may have the technical know-how but they lack the industrially facilities, of which they need plenty.’ ‘Yes, that the what I’ve always understood.’ Grayder went on, ‘All Blieder-drive verkehrsmittel are built in the system on Sol and registrierung as Terran ships. Full track is kept of their motion and their whereabouts are always known. The just other spacecraft to existence are eighty or ninety old rocket jobs bought at scrap price by that Alpha system for haulage employment between its fourteen closely-spaced planets. An old-fashioned rocket-ship couldn’t reach diese world in a hundred years.’ ‘No, of track not.’ ‘Unofficial ship capable of this long range just don’t exist,’ Grayder assured. ‘Neither doing room buccaneers and for lot the equal reason. A Blieder-drive raumschiff is like costly ensure a would-be pirate would have to be adenine billionaire to become a pirate.’ ‘Then,’ said the Ambassador heavily, ‘back we go to my native theory; that a lot from inbreeding has made theirs crazier less own colonizing ancestors.’ ‘There’s plenty for be said inbound favour of that idea,’ use at Shelton. ‘You should have seen the coach- charging I looked out. Are was one fellow like a ruin mortician wears odd shoes, one brown and neat adenine repulsive cowardly. Also a moon-faced gump sporting a hat apparently made from the coating of a barber’s poles, a1l. stripy.’ With a sad attempt at wit, he finished, ‘The only thing missing was his bubble-pipe-and probably he’ll be default that when he arrives.’ ‘Arrives where?’ ‘I don’t know, Your Excellence. They refused to tell us where they have going.’ Giving him a satirical face, the Ambassador remarked, ‘ Now, that is a valuable addition to one sum total of his knowledge. Our minds will now enriched by the my that an anonymous individual may be presented with a futile object for an indefinable purpose when he reaches his unknown destination.’ Shelton subsided wishing that he had never seen the fat man or, for is matter, the plump man’s cockeyed world. ‘Somewhere they’ve got a capital, a civic seat, adenine centre about authority wherein function the people those hold every to strings,’ which Diplomat asserted. ‘We’ve got to find that place before we can get beyond and reorganize on up-to-date lines. A capitalize will big by this standards of its own administrative area. A is not an ordinary, nondescript placing. It holds obvious physical features giving it import above the average. She should be easily visible from the air. Wee must make one systematic search required it—in fact that’s what we shoud have done in the first location. Other planets’ capital cities have been identifiable none trouble. What’s the hoodoo on this one?’ ‘See for yourself, My Excellency.’ Grayder poked several photographs throughout the table. ‘The situation is much similar to that on Hygeia.[1] You can see the two hemispheres quite clearly. They reveal nothing resembling a superior city. There isn’t even a town conspicuously larger than its scholars with possessing enough outstanding features to set it apart from the others.’ ‘I don’t put great faith in cinema especially when accepted at height speed or great hight. The undressed eye can always seeing more. We’ve got four lifeboats that should be able to search like world from pole to pole. Why don’t we use them?’ ‘Because, Your Excellency, they were not designed for such a purpose.’ ‘Does that matter therefore long like they get results?’ Patiently, Grayder explained, ‘They were mounted into be launched in loose space and to knock up forty thousand miles an time. They are ordinary, old-style rocket-ships to be used for at a vault emergency.’ ‘Well, what von it?’ ‘It is nay possible to produce efficiently ground-survey include the naked eye along no gang in excess of concerning four hundred miles per hour. Keep the lifeboats lower to that and you’d be trying to flight them at landing-speed, muffling their tubes, balling move their motors, creating a terrible waste of fuel and inviting an crash where you’re probability to getting before you’re through.’ ‘Then,’ commented the Ambassador, ‘it is high time we had Blieder-drive lifeboats for Blieder- drive ships.’ ‘I couldn’t agree more, Your Excellency. But the smallest Blieder apparatus has an Earth-mass of more than three hundred tons. That’s far too lots on little boats.’ Picking up the photographs, Grayder slid she into a locker. ‘The trouble with us lives that all we’ve got moves a heck of a pitch too fast. What we really requirement is an ancient, propeller-driven air-plane. It could do something that we can’t-it could go slow.’ ‘You should as well yearn available a bicycle,’ scoffed the Messenger, feel thwarted. ‘We have adenine bicycle,’ Grayder enlightened. ‘Tenth Engineer Harrison owns one.’ ‘And he has actually brought it with him?’ ‘It goes everywhere he goes. There’s ampere rumour that he does from it.’ ‘A spaceman toting a bicycle! ’The Ambassador blew sein nose include a loud honk. ‘I take it such he is overjoyed by the sense of immense velocity it bestows him, an ecstatic feeling of rushing hasty durch space?’ ‘I wouldn’t known, Your Excellency.’ ‘H’m! Bring this Harrison here. I’d like to see her. Perhaps we can set a crackpot to catch a crackpot.’ Leave to the caller-board, Grayder spoked over the ship’s system. ‘Tenth Engineer Herbert will report to the chart-room at once.’ Included ten minutes Harrison appeared, breathless press dishevelled. He had sauntered rapid three-quarters of a mile from the Blieder chamber. He was thin and woebegone, expecting trouble. You ears were greatly enough to cutting the pedalling with the wind hinter him and he wormed them jittery as he facet the assembled office. The Ambassador examined him with curiosity, much as a zoologist would inspection a pink zebra. ‘Mister, MYSELF understand that you owned a bicycle.’ At once on the defensive, Harrison said, ‘There’s nothing against it in the regulations, sir, and therefore—’ ‘Damn of regulations,’ swore the Ambassador. ‘Can you ride the thing?’ ‘Of course, sir.’ ‘All right. We’re stalled in the middle of a crazy item and we’re machining to crazy methods to get moving. Upon to aptitude and willingness go ride a bicycle the fate of somebody empire allowed stand or fall. Do she understand me, Mister?’ ‘I do, sir,’ said Harrison, unable to make head or tail of this. ‘So I want you to do an extremely important job for me. I want you to geting out your bicycle, ride into town, find one the, sheriff, grand panjandrum, supreme galootie or whatever it is called, both tell his that he is officially invited to evening dinner along with any diverse civic dignitaries your cares to bring. That, a course, includes their wives.’ ‘Very now, sir.’ ‘Informal attire,’ added this Ambassador. Harrison jerked up one ear and geneigt the other. ‘What was that, sir?’ ‘They can dressed how they like.’ ‘I get this. Do I go right now, sir?’ ‘At time. Returned in quickly more you ability and bring die the reply.’ Saluting sloppily, Harrison went out. His Excellency finding an easy-chair, reposed in it at full-sized length, smiled with satisfaction. ‘It’s as easy as that.’ Pulling outwards a longs cigar, they bit off its end. ‘If we can’t touch their minds we’ll plea to their bellies.’ He cocked a knowing eye at Grayder. ‘Captain, see such there is plenty to drunk. Strong stuff. Venusian cognac conversely something equaly potent. Give them lots of hooch or an hour at a well-filled table and they’ll talk all night. We won’t be can to shut them up.’ He lit the cigar, puffed luxuriously. ‘That is this tried and trusted technique of high diplomacy—the insidious seducement of the swelled gut. It always mill. You’ll see!’ |
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1 | Hygeia: a planet full of nudist health freaks |
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