Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 279: what you’re looking at

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Nightmare. John Laird crouched in a wind-worn cave and looked out over hills lit by icy moonlight. Through a Sstranger’s eyes, he saw the Janyard ship landing near the down-glided wreck of his boat, saw the glitter of steel as they poured out and started hunting ... hunting him. Or was it him any longer? Was he more than a prisoner in his own skull? He thought back to memories that were not his, memories of himself thinking thoughts that were not his own—himself escaping from the enemy while he, Laird, whirled in a black abyss of half-conscious madness. Beyond that, he recalled his own life, and he recalled another life which had endured a thousand years before it died. He looked out on the wilderness of rock and sand and blowing dust, and remembered it as it had been, green and fair, and remembered that he was Daryesh of Tollogh, who had ruled over whole planetary systems in the Empire of Vwyrdda. And at the same time he was John Laird of Earth, and two streams of thought flowed through the brain, listening to each other, shouting at each other in the darkness of his Skull. A million years! Horror and loneliness and a wrenching sorrow were in the mind of Daryesh as he looked upon the ruins of Vwyrdda. A million years ago! Who are you? cried Laird. What have you done to me? And even as he asked, memories which were his own now rose to answer him. It had been the Erai who rebelled, the Erai whose fathers came from Vwyrdda, the fair but who had been strangely altered by centuries of environment. They had revolted against the static rule of the immortals, and in a century of warfare they had overrun half the Empire and rallied its populations under them. And the Immortals had unleashed their most terrible powers, the sun-smashing ultimate weapons which had lain forbidden in the vaults of Vwyrdda CORniclooo SS CO