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A vehicle with a single room an instrument room fully equipped by means of which Geno-Rhaalton at his desk would be in contact with our every move. And largest vehicle of all in aspect a solid, squat affair almost of a size for inter-planetary travel our power plant. We started at dawn of the second morning after my own arrival in Industriana.
How foolish my fears, my jealousy! That man of genius ... conqueror of worlds ... But my Elza loved me!... Industriana It must have been two days later when at last we were rescued by the Rhaal patrol and taken to Industriana. Back there in the forest I had suddenly remembered that the mate to the thing I had killed would doubtless be lurking in the vicinity. We fled.
Georg and Maida were very busy in Industriana; and now Elza and I were admitted to their activities Elza and I, with our new-found love and happiness neglected for the greater thing, the welfare of the nation upon which hinged the very safety of Venus itself; and Mars; and our own fair Earth.
Looking back on it now I realize that I was even then half crazed. In a daze I must have stumbled through the forest for hours. Unreasoning, with only that one idea to get to Industriana; and in the background of my consciousness the vague belief that Elza would be there to greet me. Into the depths of the untrammeled forest with unguided steps I wandered.
And I found now that it was the power for them, developed, transformed into its various characteristics and stored for individual transportation and use, which was mainly engrossing Industriana. I had opportunity, that first night, of meeting Geno-Rhaalton the present head of that famous Rhaalton line, for generations hereditary leaders of their race.
Huge naked black crags; buttes; hills with precipitous black sides of sleek metal; narrow canyons with tumultuous water flowing through them. In such a place stood Industriana. The City of Work! Set in an area where nature lay scarred, twisted in convulsion, its buildings clung to every conceivable slope and in every position.
A quiet, grey-haired gentleman; unhurried, unharassed, seemingly almost inactive; always seated at his empty desk smoking endless arrant-cylinders. The dominating business brain of Industriana. Departure
Another tick of this giant clock the gases released, were merged again to water. The tops of the tanks lowered, each in turn, one coming down as the other went up hundreds of tons of weight their slow downward pull geared to scores of whirling wheels the power shifted to dynamos scattered throughout the city. It was the twilight of nightfall when we arrived over Industriana.
And out in the forest lay a great pile of ashes, still exhaling a thin wisp of its deadly breath where Tarrano had created the Black Cloud; lost his captive Elza, but doubtless had escaped himself back to his City of Ice. We found Georg and Maida safe at Industriana. Marvelous city! Elza had never seen it before. She sat gazing breathless as from the air on the patrol vessel, we approached it.
The ground dropped slowly away, then faster; and as we swung about I saw the hilltop beneath us. Its sides were lined with waving spectators; stricken momentarily with awe at the apparition of Tarrano, they had already forgotten it; from every vantage point of Industriana they were frantically waving.
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