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Updated: May 22, 2025
Now then, out you go;" and as the cage stopped the men all stepped out and started for the places in which they were working. "Coom along, Jack; the viewer told me to put you at No. 10 gate." It was ten minutes fast and as Jack thought very unpleasant walking. The sleepers on which the rails for the corves, or little waggons, were laid, were very slippery.
They would save them if they could. At last they reached the bottom of the shaft. The furnace was still blazing away. Beyond all was darkness and gloom, though the pale light of their lamps showed them the ruin caused by the explosion. The viewer shouted out, "Is any one alive?" They stopped and listened anxiously. There was a faint cry, which came from not far off.
Practically everybody else seemed to feel that plasmoids were the biggest improvement since the creation of Eve. She switched the viewer presently to its local-news setting and dialed in the Manon System's reference number. Keeping tab on what was going on out there had become a private little ritual of late.
They reported that the rest were in the workings far away already the mine was on fire, the heat and smoke unbearable that it was a miracle any had escaped, that all but themselves must have perished. Heartrending were the wailings and shrieks and moanings which arose at this announcement, confirmed by the viewer and overmen.
"They may," Quillan said hopefully, "just go away again." He and Trigger were watching the engineers through the viewer which had been extended to cover their end of the passage. They didn't just go away again. They checked the extinguishers, looked at the floor, still wet but rapidly absorbing the last drops of the brief deluge. They exchanged puzzled comment. They checked everything once more.
A dozen soft steps across the springy thick-napped turf of ivory carpet took her to the window. The news viewer clicked and went silent. "Not bad," Trigger said. She saw a long range of woodlands and open heath, rising gradually into the flanks of the mountains. On the far right was the still, silver glitter of two lakes. "Where are we?" "Byla Uplands Game Preserve.
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