Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 268 of 330
Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 268: what you’re looking at
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region of space, out Sagittari way, you know. Things looked bad for Sol then—I don’t think it’s ever been appreciated how close we were to defeat. They were poised to drive right through our lines with their battlefleets, slash past our frontiers, and hit Earth itself with the rain of hell that had already sterilized a score of planets. We were fighting on the defensive, spread over several million cubic light-years, spread horribly thin. Oh, bad! “Vwyrdda—New Egypt—had been discovered and some excavation done shortly before the war began. We knew about as much then as we do now. Especially, we knew that the so- called Valley of the Gods held more relics than any other spot on the surface. I’d been quite interested in the work, visited the planet myself, even worked with the crew that found and restored that gravitomagnetic generator— the one which taught us half of what we know now about g- m fields. “It was my young and fanciful notion that there might be more to be found, somewhere in that labyrinth. And from study of the reports | even thought | Knew about what and where it would be: one of the weapons that had novaed suns, a million years ago. ‘The planet was far behind the Janyard lines, but militarily valueless. They wouldn’t garrison it, and | was sure that such semibarbarians wouldn't have my idea, especially with victory so close. A one-man sneakboat could get in readily enough—it just isn’t possible to blockade a region of Space; too damned inhumanly big. We had nothing to lose but me, and maybe a lot to gain, so in | went. “l made the planet without trouble and landed in the Valley of the Gods and began work. And that’s where the fun Started.” Laird laughed again, with no more mirth than before. CORniclooo SS CO