Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 271: what you’re looking at

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know. He had energized some of the units, and they had hummed and flickered, but he had not dared experiment. His idea had been to rig an antigrav unit which would enable him to ‘haul the entire mass of it up to his boat. Once he was home, the scientists would take over. But now— He skinned his teeth in a wolfish grin and switched on the big lamp he had installed. White light flooded the tomb, Shining darkly back from the monstrous bulks of things he could not use, the wisdom and techniques of a race which had spanned the stars and moved planets and endured for fifty million years. Maybe he could puzzle out the use of something before the enemy came. Maybe he could wipe them out in one demoniac sweep—just like a stereofilm hero, jeered his mind—or maybe he could simply destroy it all, keep it from Janyard hands. He should have provided against this. He should have rigged a bomb, to blow the whole pyramid to hell— With an effort, he stopped the frantic racing of his mind and looked around. There were paintings on the walls, dim with age but still legible, pictographs meant perhaps for the one who finally found this treasure. The men of New Egypt were shown, hardly distinguishable from humans: dark of Skin and hair, keen of feature, tall and stately and robed in living light. He had paid special attention to one representation. It showed a series of actions, like an old time comic- strip: a man taking up a glassy object, fitting it over his head, throwing a small switch. He had been tempted to try it, but— gods, what would it do? He found the helmet and slipped it gingerly over his Skull. It might be some land of last-ditch chance for him. The thing was cold and smooth and hard: it settled on his head with a slow massiveness that was strangely ... living. He Shuddered and turned back to the machines. CORniclooo SS (SO)