E.E. 'Doc' Smith SF Gateway Omnibus: The Skylark of Space, Skylark Three, Skylark of Valeron, Skylark DuQuesne

by E. E. 'Doc' Smith

  ‘That headset thing was child’s play to him, but he doesn’t like the looks of this other stuff at all. I don’t blame him a bit – I wouldn’t like to be on the receiving end of this hook-up myself. I’m going to put him on the recorder and on the visualizer,’ Seaton continued as he connected spools of wire and tape, lamps, and lenses in an intricate system and donned a headset. ‘I’d hate to have much of that brain in my own skull – afraid I’d bite myself. I’m just going to look on, and when I see anything I want I’ll grab it and put it into my own brain, I’m starting off easy, not using the big tube.’

  He closed several switches, lights flashed, and the wires and tapes began to feed through the magnets.

  ‘Well, I’ve got his language, folks, he seems to want me to have it. It’s got a lot of stuff in it that I can’t understand yet, though, so guess I’ll give him some English.’

  He changed several connections and the captive spoke, in a profoundly deep bass voice.

  ‘You may as well discontinue your attempt, for you will gain no information from me. That machine of yours was out of date with us thousands of years ago.’

  ‘Save your breath or talk sense,’ said Seaton, coldly. ‘I gave you English so that you can give me the information I want. You already know what it is. When you get ready to talk, say so, or throw it on the screen of your own accord. If you don’t, I’ll put on enough voltage to burn your brain out. Remember, I can read your dead brain as well as though it were alive, but I want your thoughts, as well as your knowledge, and I’m going to have them. If you give them voluntarily I will tinker up a lifeboat that you can navigate back to your own world and let you go; if you resist I intend getting them anyway and you shall not leave this vessel alive. You may take your choice.’

  ‘You are childish, and that machine is impotent against my will. I could have defied it a hundred years ago, when I was barely a grown man. Know you, American, that we supermen of the Fenachrone are as far above any of the other and lesser breeds of beings who spawn in their millions in their countless myriads of races upon the numberless planets of the universe as you are above the inert metal from which this your ship was built. The universe is ours, and in due course we shall take it – just as in due course I shall take this vessel. Do your worst; I shall not speak.’ The creature’s eyes flamed, hurling a wave of hypnotic command through Seaton’s eyes and deep into his brain. Seaton’s very senses reeled for an instant under the impact of that awful mental force; but after a short, intensely bitter struggle he threw off the spell.

  ‘That was close, fellow, but you didn’t quite ring the bell,’ he said grimly, staring directly into those unholy eyes. ‘I may rate pretty low mentally, but I can’t be hypnotized into turning you loose. Also, I can give you cards and spades in certain other lines which I am about to demonstrate. Being supermen didn’t keep the rest of your men from going out in my beams, and being a superman isn’t going to save your brain. I am not depending upon my intellectual or mental force – I’ve got an ace in the hole in the shape of five thousand volts to apply to the most delicate centers of your brain. Start giving me what I want, and start quick, or I’ll tear it out of you.’

  The giant did not answer, merely glared defiance and bitter hatred.

  ‘Take it, then!’ Seaton snapped, and cut in the super-power stage and began turning dials and knobs, exploring that strange mind for the particular area in which he was most interested. He soon found it, and cut in the visualizer – the stereographic device, in parallel with Seaton’s own brain recorder, which projected a three-dimensional picture into the viewing-area or dark space of the cabinet. Crane and Dunark, tense and silent, looked on in strained suspense as, minute after minute, the silent battle of wills ranged. Upon one side was a horrible and gigantic brain, of undreamed-of power: upon the other side a strong man, fighting for all that life holds dear, wielding against that monstrous and frightful brain a weapon wrought of high-tension electricity, applied with all the skill that Earthly and Osnomian science could devise.

  Seaton crouched over the amplifier, his jaw set and every muscle taut, his eyes leaping from one meter to another, his right hand slowly turning up the potentiometer which was driving more and ever more of the searing, torturing output of his super-power tube into that stubborn brain. The captive was standing utterly rigid, eyes closed, every sense and faculty mustered to resist that cruelly penetrant attack upon the innermost recesses of his mind. Crane and Dunark scarcely breathed as the three-dimensional picture in the visualizer varied from a blank to the hazy outlines of a giant space-cruiser. It faded out as the unknown exerted himself to withstand that poignant inquisition, only to come back in clearer outlines than before as Seaton advanced the potentiometer still farther. Finally, flesh and blood could no longer resist that lethal probe and the picture became clear and sharp. It showed the captain – for he was no less an officer than the commander of the vessel – at a great council table, seated, together with many other officers, upon very low, enormously strong metal stools. They were receiving orders from their Emperor; orders plainly understood by Crane and the Osnomian alike, for thought needs no translation.

  ‘Gentlemen of the Navy,’ the ruler spoke solemnly. ‘Our preliminary expedition, returned some time ago, achieved its every aim, and we are now ready to begin fulfilling our destiny, the conquest of the universe. This galaxy comes first. Our base of operations will be the largest planet of that group of brilliant green suns, for they can be seen from any point in the galaxy and are almost in the exact center of it. Our astronomers,’ here the captain’s thoughts shifted briefly to an observatory far out in space for perfect seeing, and portrayed a reflecting telescope with a mirror five miles in diameter, capable of penetrating unimaginable myriads of light-years into space, ‘have tabulated all the suns, planets, and satellites belonging to this galaxy, and each of you has been given a complete chart and assigned a certain area which he is to explore. Remember, gentlemen, that this first major expedition is to be purely one of exploration; the one of conquest will set out after you have returned with complete information. You will each report by torpedo every tenth of the year. We do not anticipate any serious difficulty, as we are of course the highest type of life in the universe; nevertheless, in the unlikely event of trouble, report it. We shall do the rest. In conclusion, I warn you again – let no people know that we exist. Make no conquests, and destroy all who by any chance may see you. Gentlemen, go with power.’

  The captain embarked in a small airboat and was shot to his vessel. He took his station at an immense control board and the warship shot off into space instantly, with unthinkable velocity, and with not the slightest physical shock.

  At this point Seaton made the captain take them all over the ship. They noted its construction, its power plant, its controls – every minute detail of structure, operation, and maintenance was taken from the captain’s mind and both recorded and visualized.

  The journey seemed to be a very long one, but finally the cluster of green suns became visible and the Fenachrone began to explore the solar systems in the region assigned to that particular vessel. Hardly had the survey started, however, when the two globular space-cruisers were detected and located. The captain stopped the ship briefly, then attacked. They watched the attack, and saw the destruction of the Kondal. They looked on while the captain read the brain of one of Dunark’s crew, gleaning from it all the facts concerning the two spaceships, and thought with him that the two absentees from the Kondal would drift back in a few hours, and would be disposed of in due course. They learned that these things were automatically impressed upon the torpedo next to issue, as was every detail of everything that happened in and around the vessel. They watched him impress a thought of his own upon the record – ‘the inhabitants of planet three of sun six four seven three Pilarone show unusual development and may cause trouble, as they have already brought knowledge of the metal of power and of the impenetrable shield to the Central System, which is to be o
ur base. Recommend volatilization of this planet by vessel sent on special mission.’ They saw the raying of the Skylark. They sensed him issue commands:

  ‘Beam it for a time; he will probably open the shield for a moment, as the other one did,’ then, after a time skipped over by the mind under examination, ‘Cease raying – no use wasting power. He must open eventually, as he runs out of power. Stand by and destroy him when he opens.’

  The scene shifted. The captain was asleep and was awakened by an alarm gong – only to find himself floating in a mass of wreckage. Making his way to the fragment of his vessel containing the torpedo port, he released the messenger, which flew, with ever-increasing velocity, back to the capital city of the Fenachrone, carrying with it a record of everything that had happened.

  ‘That’s what I want,’ thought Seaton. ‘Those torpedoes went home, fast. I want to know how far they have to go and how long it’ll take them to get there. You know what distance a parsec is, since it is purely a mathematical concept; and you must have a watch or some similar instrument with which we can translate your years into ours. I don’t want to have to kill you, fellow, and if you’ll give up even now, I’ll spare you. I’ll get it anyway, you know – and you also know that a few hundred volts more will kill you.’

  They saw the thought received, and saw its answer:

  ‘You shall learn no more. This is the most important of all, and I shall hold it to disintegration and beyond.’

  Seaton advanced the potentiometer still farther, and the brain picture waxed and waned, strengthened and faded. Finally, however, it was revealed by flashes that the torpedo had about a hundred and fifty-five thousand parsecs to go and that it would take two tenths of a year to make the journey; that the warships which would come in answer to the message were as fast as the torpedo; that he did indeed have in his suit a watch – a device of seven dials, each turning ten times as fast as its successor; and that one turn of the slowest dial measured one year of his time. Seaton instantly threw off his headset and opened the power switch.

  ‘Grab a stop-watch quick, Mart!’ he called, as he leaped to the discarded vacuum suit and searched out the peculiar timepiece. They noted the exact time consumed by one complete revolution of one of the dials, and calculated rapidly.

  ‘Better than I thought!’ exclaimed Seaton. ‘That makes his year about four hundred ten of our days. That gives us eighty-two days before the torpedo gets there – longer than I’d dared hope. We’ve got to fight, too, not run. They figure on getting the Skylark, then volatilizing our world. Well, we can take time enough to grab off an absolutely complete record of this guy’s brain. We’ll need it for what’s coming, and I’m going to get it, if I have to kill him to do it.’

  He resumed his place at the educator, turned on the power, and a shadow passed over his face.

  ‘Poor devil, he’s conked out – couldn’t stand the gaff,’ he remarked, half-regretfully. ‘However, that makes it easy to get what we want, and we’d’ve had to’ve killed him anyway, I guess, bad as I would have hated to bump him off in cold blood.’

  He threaded new spools into the machine, and for three hours mile after mile of tape sped between the magnets as Seaton explored every recess of that monstrous, yet stupendous brain.

  ‘Well, that’s that,’ he declared finally, as, the last bit of information gleaned and recorded upon the flying tape, he removed the body of the Fenachrone captain into space and blasted it out of existence. ‘Now what?’

  ‘How can we get this salt to Osnome?’ asked Dunark, whose thoughts were never far from his store of precious chemical. ‘You are already crowded, and Sitar and I will crowd you still more. You have no room for additional cargo, and yet much valuable time would be lost in going to Osnome for another vessel.’

  ‘Yeah, and we’ve got to get a lot of X, too. Guess we’ll have to take time to get another vessel. I’d like to drag in the pieces of that ship, too – his instruments and a lot of the parts could be used.’

  ‘Why not do it all at once?’ suggested Crane. ‘We can start that whole mass toward Osnome by drawing it behind us until such a velocity has been attained that it will reach there at the desired time. We could then go to X, and overtake this material near the green system.’

  ‘Right you are, ace – that’s a sound idea. But say, Dunark, it wouldn’t be good technique for you to eat our food for any length of time. While we’re figuring this out you’d better hop over there and bring over enough to last you two until we get you home. Give it to Shiro – after a couple of lessons, you’ll find he’ll be as good as any of your cooks.’

  Faster and faster the Skylark flew, pulling behind her the mass of wreckage, held by every available attractor. When the calculated velocity had been attained the attractors were shut off and the vessel darted away toward that planet, still in the Carboniferous Age, which possessed at least one solid ledge of metallic X, the rarest metal known to Tellurian science. As the automatic controls held the cruiser upon her course the six wanderers sat long in discussion as to what should be done, what could be done, to avert the threatened destruction of all the civilization of the galaxy except the monstrous and unspeakable culture of the Fenachrone. They were approaching their destination when Seaton rose to his feet.

  ‘As I see it, it’s like this. We’ve got our backs to the wall. Donark has troubles of his own – if the Third Planet doesn’t get him the Fenachrone will, and the Third Planet is the more pressing danger. That lets him out. We’ve got nearly six months before the Fenachrone can get back here …’

  ‘But how can they possibly find us here, or wherever we’ll be by that time, Dick?’ asked Dorothy. ‘The battle was a long way from here.’

  ‘With that much start they probably couldn’t find us,’ he replied soberly. ‘It’s the world I’m thinking about. They’ve got to be stopped, and stopped cold – and we’ve got only six months to do it in … Osnome’s got the best tools and the fastest workmen I know of …’ His voice died away in thought.

  ‘That sort of thing is in your department, Dick.’ Crane was calm and judicial as always. ‘I will of course do anything I can, but you probably have a plan of campaign already laid out?’

  ‘After a fashion. We’ve got to find out how to work through this zone of force or we’re sunk without a trace. Even with weapons, screens, and ships equal to theirs we couldn’t keep them from sending a vessel to destroy the Earth; and they’d probably get us too, eventually. They’ve got a lot of stuff we don’t know about, of course, since I took only one man’s mind. While he was a very able man, he doesn’t know all that all the rest of them do, any more than any one man has all the Earthly science known. Absolutely our only chance is to get control of that zone – it’s the only thing I know of that they haven’t got. Of course, it may be impossible, but I won’t believe that until we’ve exhausted a lot of possibilities. Dunark, can you spare a crew to build us a duplicate of that Fenachrone ship, besides those you are going to build for yourself?’

  ‘Certainly. I will be only too glad to do so.’

  ‘Well, then, while Dunark is doing that, I suggest that we go to this Third Planet, abduct a few of their leading scientists, and read their minds. Then visit every other highly-advanced planet we can locate and do the same. There is a good chance that, by combining the best points of the warfare of many worlds, we can evolve something that will do us some good.’

  ‘Why not send a copper torpedo to destroy their entire planet?’ suggested Dunark.

  ‘Wouldn’t work. Their detecting screens would locate it a thousand million miles off in space, and they would detonate it long before it could do them any harm. With a zone of force that would get through their screens that’d be the first thing I’d do. You see, every thought comes back to that zone. We’ve got to get through it some way.’

  The course alarm sounded, and they saw that a planet lay directly in their path. It was X, and enough negative acceleration was applied to make an easy landing possible.


  ‘Isn’t it going to be a long, slow job, chopping off two tons of that metal and fighting away those terrible animals besides?’ asked Margaret.

  ‘It’ll take about a millionth of a second, Peg. I’m going to bite it off with the zone, just like I took that bite out of our field. The rotation of the planet will throw us away from the surface, then we’ll release the zone and drag our prey off with us. See?’

  The Skylark descended rapidly toward that well-remembered ledge of metal to which the object-compass had led them.

  ‘This is exactly the same place we landed before,’ Margaret commented in surprise, and Dorothy added:

  ‘Yes, and here’s that horrible tree that ate the dinosaur or whatever it was. I thought you blew it up for me, Dick?’

  ‘I did, Dottie – blew it into atoms. Must be a good location for carnivorous trees – and they must grow awfully fast, too. As to its being the same place, Peg – sure it is. That’s what object-compasses are for.’

  Everything appeared as it had at the time of their first visit. The rank Carboniferous vegetation, intensely, vividly green, was motionless in the still, hot, heavy air; the living nightmares inhabiting that primitive world were lying in the cooler depths of the jungle, sheltered from the torrid rays of that strange and fervent sun.

  ‘How about it, Dot? Want to see some of your little friends again? If you do I’ll give ’em a shot and bring ’em out.’

  ‘Heavens, no! I saw them once – if I never see them again it will be twenty minutes too soon!’

  ‘All right – we’ll grab us a piece of this ledge and beat it.’

  Seaton lowered the vessel to the ledge, focused the main anchoring attractor upon it, and threw on the zone of force. Almost immediately he released the zone, pointed the bar parallel to the compass bearing upon Osnome, and slowly applied the power.