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Updated: June 21, 2025
The Earthmen looked at each other, a great fear in their eyes. In one bound Hilary was at the door slide, thrusting it open. He tore out upon the open terrace, Grim right behind him. They looked wildly about. The terrace was empty. There was no sign of the Vagabond, or of Joan and Wat. High overhead hovered a great burnished diskoid.
We were returning from one of those little expeditions, cruising about fifty miles up, when we almost bumped into the diskoid. We saw them first; we had just come out of the shadow of the Earth; they were in the sun. I let them have it before they had a chance to turn on their rays. The bullets punctured them clean; must have let out their air.
"You see," he explained to Hilary, "ever since I heard about that diskoid, I knew that the Vagabond was responsible. But you refused to believe it. So I worked in secret, rigging up the apparatus. Didn't want to stir up false hopes. I finished it yesterday. When we were discovered, I started sending." "It took us just ten minutes over the hour to get here from a standing start," Wat boasted.
A truncated cone of flame leaped downward. The diskoid was the apex, the spreading base all of Great New York. The sheeted brilliance enveloped the doomed city. It was a holocaust. New York became a roaring furnace. Stone and steel heated to incandescence. The affrighted people had no chance for their lives.
Otherwise I'll run into things that will surprise me, and that might not be so pleasant." They told him, interrupting each other, arguing over details, Hilary interposing questions every now and then. About a year and a half after Hilary's departure into trackless space, a huge flat diskoid came hovering to the ground near Great New York.
When they departed, with much protestation of friendship, they assured President Peabody they would return some day, they and others of their race. Just what hidden threat there was in that promise, no one on Earth realized. It was taken at face value. Just a year later, almost to the day, the by this time familiar diskoid was seen hovering once more over Great New York.
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