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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Scrambled World - -Author: Basil Wells - -Release Date: December 29, 2020 [eBook #64172] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SCRAMBLED WORLD *** - - - - - Redskins! Boston tealeggers! Jeep men! Time - traveler Devin Orth clutched his temples, - battling insanity. Some "genius" had waved - a wand over Terran history and produced a-- - - Scrambled World - - By BASIL WELLS - - [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from - Planet Stories Spring 1947. - Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that - the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] - - -The sun was dying. About its sullen shadow-streaked red globe thousands -of miniature artificial worlds clustered like a swarm of night-chilled -midges. So thickly did they hug the great globe of dulling flame that -it seemed Sol had acquired an outer husk of interlocked asteroids and -moonlets. - -Of all the planets and their satellites only Earth remained--a shrunken -and changed planet. And Earth too had shifted its orbit until it now -swung but a few million miles from its molten primary. - -In the huge ovoid of metal that was the _Time Bubble_ the three men -making up its crew had by now grown accustomed to the changes that -three million years had brought to the solar system. They had expected -great changes--and found them. This was to be their first stop in their -time quest for an efficient shield against the deadly radiations of -atomic disintegration's side effects. - -Devin Orth, the lean, dark-haired young scientist sharing the -control blister with his employer and friend, Norris Horn, studied -the expanding green wilderness of what had once been northern Ohio. -He turned to the big bald man in whose brain the plans for the time -spanner had been born. - -"The continents are there," he said unbelieving, "almost exactly as we -left them. And yet Earth is smaller. Its diameter has dwindled more -than a thousand miles!" - -Horn's broad thick body quivered as he loosed a volcanic chuckle. - -"I know," he said. "And the oceans, big though they are, are probably -very shallow. A thousand feet at the most. Water will be growing -precious." - -"But," puzzled Orth, "why are there no cities and why have the -continents changed so little? Surely three million years...." - -"I'd say the inhabitants of those small globes near the sun," suggested -Horn, "are descendants of Earthmen. They have used their superb command -of science to make of Earth a beautiful park or preserve as it was in -our own primitive age. - -"Surely, if they have such knowledge, they can give us the secret -of atomic control that will overcome the sterility threatening -mankind. We cannot return now to the limited culture afforded by -the lesser power-sources of coal or gas without great damage to -civilization--perhaps its utter downfall." - -"They have it all right," said Orth, scowling down at the open parklike -meadow toward which Horn was blasting, "but I'm worried about getting -back. So far this time travel is simply negation--outside the _Time -Bubble_ three million years pass and to us it seems less than two -hours." - -Horn thrummed the landing jets smoothly and laughed his deep booming -bellow. The grassy glade came up to meet them. - -"A minor detail," he said as he cut the jets and the ship jolted -abruptly to an uneven grounding. The deck was slightly tilted and from -below there sounded a muffled explosion. - -"You all right, Neilson?" shouted Orth into the intercom. - -The third member of their crew sounded breathless as he answered from -the power compartment. - -"Thought the mixer was going for a bit," he gasped. "A forward jet went -kafoo. Boulder maybe blocking off that last blast." - -Orth told Horn what Neilson had said. The big man unzipped his safety -harness and came over to his side, his big capable hand on Orth's -shoulder. - -"Don't worry about getting home," he said, taking up the thread of -conversation the explosion had disrupted. "In three million years all -the secrets of time and matter will have been discovered. We'll return -with the shield." - -He released the young scientist's bruised shoulder and slapped a great -paw of a hand on his back, pushing him down toward the airlock. - -"Better replace that jet tip, Devin," he said. "Can't tell but we -may have to take off in a hurry. This future civilization might be -unfriendly and," he paused thoughtfully, "even non-humanoid." - -Orth checked the gauges at the lock and found the outer atmosphere to -be a heady oxygen-rich mixture. Horn had gone down to help Neilson in -the power compartment and he was alone. He stuffed the jet tip into his -bag of tools and pushed through the inner port into the airlock. There -he snapped on the invisible, but oddly tingling, radiations that would -destroy any alien spores of deadly growth that might find their way -into the ship. - -He swung open the thick oval outer door and dropped the short -grounding ladder to the blast-blackened turf. Down the eight rigid -metal rungs of the ladder he went to the ground. He stumbled awkwardly -and almost fell. The unaccustomed gravity, after the past twelve -days in space--twelve days that had actually been thirty thousand -centuries--had tricked him. - -A moment later his muscles had quickly remedied this unbalance and he -found the fused jet that had blown back. As Neilson had guessed, the -_Time Bubble_ had grazed a boulder in landing and the expanding rocket -gases' escape had been blocked off. - -It was good to feel the spring of turf underfoot. Even the feeble -warmth of the ancient sun was pleasant on his bared flesh. He had not -realized how homesick he had grown for Earth until now. - -He put down his tools and headed toward a clump of oddly-shaped trees -near the forest's rim. As he neared them he whistled. The temperature -of the Lakes region must have changed. They were palms! - -It was only then that he turned to look back at the _Time Bubble_. He -was thinking that Horn would be interested in his discovery of this -tropical growth so far north. - -His eyes blinked stupidly. He blinked again. - -The _Time Bubble's_ ugly ovoid of space-scarred metal was gone! - - * * * * * - -Several hours had passed since the space ship's uncanny disappearance. -The Earthman was picking his way along a narrow game trail in the -semi-twilight of the mighty forest that crowded close up to Lake Erie's -shoreline. - -Caution had impelled him to seek safety in the wilderness until the -truth about the spacer's disappearance was revealed. - -The trail cut across a rock-strewn highway, deeply-rutted by wheeled -vehicles. Just across the way, half-hidden by a tangle of wild vines -and brush, was a small log cabin. Smoke oozed slowly skyward from its -mud-daubed stick chimney. - -The odor of cooking meat sent Orth trotting hungrily across the road. -He had forgotten any possible danger until an arrow hissed viciously -past his ear. He dropped forward on his belly in a shallow depression -soggy with dead leaves. A second arrow thwocked lightly through the -gray-barked tangle of brush that his head was ramming into. - -His fingers went to the flat pocket machine gun that all three -scientists aboard the _Time Bubble_ carried. This weapon, complete with -ten thousand tiny explosive cartridges, and a compact kit of tools and -essential equipment, they carried with them at all times when away from -the space ship. - -Behind a light gray shaft of scaly bark, a huge tree's bole, something -red moved. His machine gun slapped a dozen needle-sized slugs at the -half-seen target. The explosions splintered and ripped at the tree's -thick trunk. The red thing leaped clear, yelling. Before Devin could -stop his weapon, it stepped into several small incredibly bright -explosions. - -[Illustration: _Before Devin could stop firing, the thing leaped clear, -yelling._] - -Then, from the cabin, a broad-shouldered young man emerged. He was -clad somewhat after the fashion of the early American pioneers: fur -cap, shapeless brown homespun shirt, rough skinny-legged trousers, and -thick-soled moccasins. In his hands he lifted a cumbersome weapon, -having six wooden barrels or tubes, from each of which protruded a -sharp-pointed metal dart. - -"There been trouble?" he cried out in badly mangled but understandable -English. - -For an instant Orth was stunned by the wonder of it. After three -million years--a man speaking English! - -"Shot at me from over there," he told the frontiersman warily. - -The man catfooted over to the scarred tree, his clumsy weapon poised -ready. He grunted something in badly garbled English. Then he motioned -to the Earthman to join him. - -"Redskin," he told Orth. - -The hairy apelike savage crouching in bloody death behind the tree was -indeed clad in flapping, red-dyed garments of skin. His skin, however, -was as white beneath its matted covering of black hair as Orth's own. -Yet the other had called the savage a redskin. - -As Orth watched the tall young giant stamped his foot down on the -fallen warrior's middle, shook the long chestnut hair out of his -handsome brown face, and opening his mouth let out a prolonged hideous -screech. As he did so his fists hammered drumlike on his distended -chest. - -From the distance a hideous snarling and trumpeting answered the -ear-splitting sound. The man grinned at Orth and nodded toward the -forest. He stepped down and held up two fingers. - -"Vello," he said, continuing to make the V sign that first saw birth in -the Second World War. "Me, I am Dun Horgan. Horgan of the wilderness. -Those are my friends you hear, the hairy apes of Afri County." - -Orth held out his hand. "Shake," he said, "Horgan. I'm named Orth. I -hail from Meadville in Pennsylvania." - -"Pennsylvania over that way," and Horgan pointed, "but no village that -name. Maybe small?" - -Orth nodded. "Small," he agreed wryly. After three million years he -wondered that the states retained their original names. - -Horgan reached down to jerk an intricately woven necklace of hair, -from which depended a crudely carved locket of bone, from the fallen -savage's neck. - -"Scalp locket is worth fifteen bits bounty," he said offering it to -Orth. "It is yours." - -Orth shook his head. "No, you keep it. I'll trade it for some food and -a bed." He eyed the other thoughtfully. - -"And some information too," he added. - - * * * * * - -Over a well cooked slab of venison and a plate of corn bread, washed -down by a muddy brown brew that Horgan served hot and sweetened, they -talked. Corn likker the frontiersman called the steaming tasteless -fluid when Orth mistakenly named it coffee. - -And when they had finished his host produced squares of a fine brown -paper which he deftly filled, one-handed, with shredded greenish -tobacco, and presented the fat cigar-sized bundles to Orth. He shrugged -at the Earthman's refusal, eyeing with amusement the slender whiteness -of Orth's own cigarettes. - -"Shipped from France maybe," he suggested, "or China?" - -Orth handed over the pack. Horgan studied the markings that showed they -were manufactured in Kentucky. He shook his head. - -"Don't reckon you'll be getting no more," he said. "General Lee ain't -been licked yet, and until Washington and Pershing break through to the -South...." He lifted his big arms in a half-shrug of doubt. - -"What's all this about Lee and Pershing? Some sort of Civil War over -again? Or is this continent being invaded?" - -Horgan eyed the Earthman curiously. "Maybe I'll have to tell you what -year it is," he said dryly, "and who's Boss of the States now. You're -powerful ignorant, Orth." - -"Go ahead," invited Orth. "My memory's fuzzy." - -"This's 1927, June the third." Horgan tugged absent-mindedly at his -long brown locks. "Our boss now is Tyad Roosfald. His third year as -Boss." - -"Teddy Roosevelt." Orth studied his knuckles thoughtfully. "And I -suppose General Eisenhower is invading Germany to win our independence!" - -"Not Germany," corrected the frontiersman, "but Great Britain. We have -accepted Churchill's challenge to land there and fight. Of course the -war with Germany and Japan are going on too." - -Orth groaned. "What about this other thing--Lee and Washington down -South? Don't tell me it's Civil War revival week too. What kind of a -gag are you trying to pull on me, Horgan?" - -Horgan rubbed a rasping palm thoughtfully along his jaw. - -"There is war between the States," he said at last. "Everywhere there -is war. The broadcast drums warn us that soon we must fight Cuba." -Smoke puffed from his nostrils. "Helping Spain." - -One of Orth's hands covered his eyes and he felt his face growing hot -with a mingling of anger and bewilderment. He stuttered as he tried to -talk. He swallowed smoke and coughed, choking. - -"Good afternoon," called a fresh young voice, a feminine voice, from -the cabin's rude door. - - * * * * * - -Their heads twisted smartly toward the opening. Horgan's bared sword -was in his fist even before he was on his feet. Together they stood -facing the tall round-bodied woman who had walked in upon them. Despite -her stature she was remarkably beautiful. - -She was pale of skin and her great mass of intricately braided hair was -of a softly radiant silver hue. The simple garment of golden-hued cloth -covered her adequately--but no more than that. Even her sandals were -simple, accessories of comfort and utility rather than fashion. - -"I am Ayna of Globe 64BA," she told them briskly. "I wish one or both -of you to escort me to Ivath's headquarters." - -She was eyeing Orth's zippered shirt and glassid trousers curiously. - -"Ivath must be slipping," she said. "You are definitely out of the -wrong century. More likely the Twenty-first. I cannot be mistaken for I -have majored in Ancient American Mythology." - -"I was born in 1960!" Orth snapped, "and I definitely must be in the -wrong century. Or I'm out of my head! That's more like it. All this -pother about the Civil War and the World Wars going on at the same -time. Maybe just the names are the same. Or--what?" - -"There must be a short circuiting of your memory cells," said Ayna -soothingly, "but Ivath and his helpers will soon set that right. Take -me to him and I will help you." She looked at Horgan. - -Horgan was shaking his head. "Sorry," he said, "but until the Civil War -is ended--here I stay." - -The girl frowned. She turned to Orth. "How about you?" she demanded. -"Are you part of the local scenery too, or can you travel?" - -"I have no idea what this is all about," Orth told her, "but I go where -I please. Maybe you can set me right on a few things, Ayna. Then I'll -go along with you." - -"Fine!" Her teeth flashed. - -"I can go with you to Hardpan City," Dun Horgan said slowly. "That's -where I trade off my furs and gold dust. We can thump a ride on one of -the waggons going to New Yok." - -"What are we waiting for then?" demanded Ayna. "Bring extra slugs for -your six guns." She looked at Orth. "Don't you have a gun?" - -Orth tugged out his compact machine pistol. Apparently the clumsy -spring-powered weapons with six barrels were what the girl called six -guns, for Horgan belted a second weapon around his waist. The girl -examined his hand gun with curious eyes and fingers. - -"Unusual design," she commented. "Not authentic for your period -costume." - -"Come along," said Horgan, cutting across Orth's protesting words. -"About time for the afternoon waggon train." - - * * * * * - -"Here they come!" cried Horgan as they quitted the path for the rutted -highway. - -He seized a long length of pole and started beating at the road with -it. Dust clouded up about them. And further down the road a growing -cloud of dust neared. These must be the waggons Horgan was going to -hail, Orth decided. - -"Why is he pounding the ground, Ayna?" demanded Orth. - -The woman laughed. "He is thumping for a ride," she explained. "It is a -peculiar custom of this age. In this way he asks assistance." - -Orth's dark face reddened with sudden mirth that he choked back. The -twisted idiomatic expressions of this strange world were taking a -familiar pattern. Even the scrambled pattern of wars and their military -leaders began to make sense. _Thumping_ a ride, six shooters, and scalp -_lockets_ linked up with Ayna's reference to Ancient American Mythology. - -"You're from the little globes clustering around the sun," he said, -"and you were visiting Earth--or this primitive duplication of it. Sort -of a park for your people, this. Your spacer crashed or you've lost it." - -Ayna frowned at Orth. "Yes," she said slowly, "I landed on Earth, -contrary to the regulations, and a herd of mammoths wrecked my ship. -But how could you, a creature of Ivath's great workship, know anything -of spacers?" - -"I do not know Ivath," Orth said angrily, "and I came here in a spacer -that has vanished.... Now, how do we get out of this make believe world -of yours to your home?" - -"But this is real," the girl protested. "If a redskin's arrow or a -tearunner's slug cuts you down you will die. Until the war is ended, or -you take me to Ivath's headquarters, we are not safe." - -"All I can say is human beings are as crazy as they were three million -years ago," grunted Orth. - -Meanwhile the dust cloud rolled closer and slowed. Horgan's thumping -had halted them. Orth saw three great waggons, their twenty foot-high -metal-tired wheels fitting deep down into the rutted way. - -Sixty feet in length they were, and beneath a low roof, that Ayna -called a hood, there was a broad treadmill geared up with the eight -huge wheels. Between eighty and a hundred thick-bodied little ponies -were tied upon this raised moving belt. Above the hood lifted a sort of -tower, its roof twenty feet above the ground, and here the two waggon -drivers sat, steering the cumbersome vehicle with a spoked wooden wheel. - -Back of the cab was the covered cargo deck of the waggon where bags of -grain, hides and other produce were heaped. - -One of the wooden blocks that had braked the enormous wheels was -smoking and now it burst into flame. One of the drivers hastily tossed -a bucket of water on the block and put it out. - -"Going through Hardpan City?" Horgan asked. - -"Climb aboard," cheerfully answered a runty driver with a huge dusty -red moustache. He jabbed his thumb at the ladder bolted to the waggon's -side. - -"You ride this waggon," Horgan said to Ayna and Orth. "I'll hop the -next one." - -The red-moustached man helped them into the cab, his squinted pale -eyes studying the girl appreciatively, and then he spoke to his -hulking companion. This driver was a hairy apish giant without ears. -Now he slowly released the brakes that locked the treadmill while Red -Moustache freed the wheels. - -The treadmill revolved faster and faster and they went clanking and -bumping off down the highroad, the miniature horses sweating in their -involuntary struggle to keep on their feet. The great hooded vehicle -had a pace of perhaps ten miles an hour. - -"I hear," shouted the little driver at Orth and Ayna, "that the Boss -is sending a hundred men to New Yok soon. They're to hunt down the red -jitterbugs and outlaws that range the highways." - -He paused long enough to catch his breath and curse the thick fog of -dust that filled the cab. - -"A hundred soldiers to wipe out three or four thousand tea sellers and -their gunmen!" He snorted. "Of course they're jeep men--Hoovers, you -know--but they can't do any good." - -"The Boss is all wise," said the earless man, bumping his clenched fist -against his nose. "He is the Boss." - -Orth turned to Ayna. "Now," he said, "who is Ivath?" - -The girl shrugged. "For a creation of Ivath's laboratories," she said, -"you are refreshingly human. So I will treat you as one of us." Her -eyes were thoughtful. "After all a robot does possess a limited power -of reasoning." - -"Ivath!" Orth barked the word at her. "Forget the insults for the time -being. I may look funny but I'm human." - -"Ivath is the director of our theater of space," she said. "This, as -you know, is a huge hollow globe on whose surface world-wide dramas -from the ages past are brought to life. He is painstakingly accurate in -his depiction of the bygone dress, customs and speech." - -Orth laughed shortly. "Even to vehicles with horses for power," he -said, "and guns without gunpowder." - -The girl disregarded him. "But Ivath has surpassed other directors -of the past. He uses androids, living robots, and impresses on their -memory cells the accurate thought and instinct patterns of their own -chosen age. It is really amazing how closely their actions follow the -historical patterns of the ancient past." - -"You mean he sprinkles cities, forests and--robots, all around and -watches what happens? No script for them to follow? No deadline or time -to end it all?" - -"He usually changes the entire surface of the globe every fifty years," -Ayna told him. "The next drama will be that of ancient Mars before the -Earthmen came, and shortly afterward." - -"If it is as accurate as this mess," said Orth dryly, "it will be -something to see, and worse to hear. I lived in the years of the first -Martian exploration, Ayna. And I came from the Twentieth Century that -your director is supposed to be presenting here!" - -Ayna's face was serious. Orth felt a curious prickling sensation in his -head and then everything went hazy for a time.... - -Eventually the blur faded. He found that they had left the forest -behind and were entering a region of cultivated fields and little -huddles of log and sod dwellings. The clumsy vehicle in which they -sat was slowing until it was barely crawling between two rows of -brick-fronted cabins. - -"You are not lying," Ayna said. "I probed your mind, Devin Orth. You -are not an android. And I believe that your space ship has been seized -by Ivath. It was an alien object on the vast canvas of his pictured -world." - -"Here's Hardpan," Red Moustache said, leering slack-jawed at Ayna. -"Sorry you couldn't go along to New Yok," he added to Orth, "you and -your squirt. She's some fowl." - -Orth choked and gulped twice. He thanked the driver and climbed down -the ladder. Horgan was already standing in the shadow of a doorway -above which swung a dust-grimed sign. _Two Drik Tony's_, the sign read. - -"Wait for us in that store," said Horgan, pointing out a door across -the street that was flanked by barrels of fruit and other produce. -"Orth and me needs a drink." - -Orth started to protest and then desisted as he saw the girl's -eyelid twitch and her head motion toward the door. He followed the -frontiersman. Ayna was talking softly to herself as they left her. - - * * * * * - -They joined the men bellied up to the bar. Dun Horgan ordered two shots -of alcohol which were brought to them in shallow saucers of glass. -Horgan dropped three bits on the bar. - -"How about a shot of tea?" he whispered to the bartender. - -The man's flabby pink face whitened. Imperceptibly he nodded toward the -back room and scooped up the three shining coins. The two men downed -their fiery drinks and then elbowed their way toward the closed door. - -"It's this accursed Volsad Law," said Horgan. "All a result of the -Boston tea runners. Tried to smuggle it in and then the reform crowd -took it up. Blamed tea for crime and poverty. Pushed the laws through -outlawing its sale." - -Orth grinned. "So now the bootleggers, or tealeggers, maybe, are -getting rich." - -Horgan nodded. Inside the door the bartender met them and slipped a -small bottle of cold tea into Horgan's pocket. Then he motioned toward -the half-open door leading into the alley beyond. - -"Please," he said. "There may be jeep men watching my bar." - -They quitted the building and leaving the alley reached the main -street. Ayna was waiting in the store's door and as she saw them she -started to walk in their direction. - -A bony stoop-shouldered man with a naked skull beneath his -droopy-brimmed hat lurched into her path. His sunken dark eyes were -bloodshot and hot. He jerked her arm. - -"Looking for someone?" he demanded. "I'm here." - -Ayna's fist landed flush on the man's jaw. He staggered back, but still -gripped her. Orth seized the man's shoulder and spun him about. With -the same movement his other fist crashed the bony man backward for -several paces. - - * * * * * - -But he had not been alone. With him were three other hard-faced men. -They helped him to his feet and came pacing toward Orth and Horgan. -Their hands were inching down toward their big holstered spring guns. -Orth reached for his own hand machine gun, and with his movement their -four enemies went for their own weapons. - -Horgan was slapping his bolts at the quartet. Ayna was hugging the -dirty street. Orth felt one smashing impact before his weapon started -sewing the explosive little pellets across the four men's middles. -Pain was just starting to throb in his left elbow when the last of the -others slumped, dead, into the dusty street. Horgan staggered toward -him, a six gun bolt in his right side. - -"Just nicked me," he said calmly, his hand holding back the blood that -seeped through his coarse-woven shirt. - -Orth found it hard to believe that these fallen men were actually but -pseudo-men, robots. Their laboratory-given life blood was as red and -sticky as a true man's, and their dying struggles were as realistic as -his own might have been. - -The bartender came sidling up to Orth. He was but one of a score of -muttering, staring onlookers. - -"Better clear outta town," he advised. "Krepp's brother is sheriff. And -if he don't hang you Krepp's mob will do you up." - -"Thanks," Orth said. There were a dozen horses, saddled and bridled, -drooping at a nearby hitchrail, and toward these he moved. - -"Come on," he told Horgan and Ayna. "We're riding out of here." - -Horgan shrugged. "Might as well get neckties for rustling a horse as -for killing Krepp," he conceded, reloading his two spring guns. - -They climbed into the saddles, Orth snapping a warning burst of -explosive slugs into the road and Horgan menacing the glowering knot -of townspeople and riders, and went riding eastward out of the village -street. - -Once they were free of the town and climbing a long easy grade into the -low tree-clad hills the men of Hardpan City organized their pursuit. -Orth saw horses, light waggons, and high-wheeled vehicles resembling -bicycles come streaming up the highway after them. - -Drums began to boom all along the cleared valley they had left and in -the hills ahead. - -"News broadcasters," Horgan informed him, "warning all cruising scout -waggons and squad carts of our escape. Their squad carts are fast--they -have pulley drives that can be shifted. If we can only reach the -forests again...." - -"We'll make it," Orth said. He grinned encouragingly at Ayna. "Maybe -we'll find your precious Ivath, too," he added. - -At that moment they were riding up a short grade, tree-lined and -stony, beyond which they could see nothing but an endless stretch of -undulating tree-tops. Nothing, Orth was thinking, could now keep them -from achieving safety. - -Suddenly the ground swayed underfoot and their horses spilled them from -the saddles. - - * * * * * - -There was a moment of rushing blackness, as though they were falling -into a pit of tar, and then they felt themselves being whirled -horizontally along for a time into a blurring twilight, only to slide -softly to a stop. - -Orth heard a click and a whir from somewhere above him and saw a -vast square section of grayness detach itself from the sky above and -disappear. He lay quietly for a long minute but the ground was solid -underfoot and so he stood up. - -"That," said Ayna, laughing rather breathlessly, "was some of Ivath's -work. He's brought this section of the crust inside for repairs." She -hesitated. "Or perhaps because of you, Devin Orth." - -"Me? I get it. If he took the _Time Bubble_ this same way.... Yeah." - -Orth swallowed thickly. No telling what the mysterious Ivath might be -planning to do with them. He was glad Ayna was along. She knew this -insane future world. - -"Here he comes now," said Ayna, low-voiced. "Ivath, I mean. And, by the -way, he is my great grandfather. So don't mind him too much." - -Orth found himself looking at a transparent bubble of plastic, with -a puffy over-sized belt of jade-green metal fixed about its middle. -It floated a few feet above the ground, sparks buzzing faintly as it -dropped too low and was forced upward again. - -Inside there was a bony little parody of a man's body, or rather, its -upper torso. Below the arms there was nothing save a shining metallic -cylinder. The huge blue-veined skull was supported by soft wide bands -of plastic material, and the bony arms rested on cushioned ledges. - -"Greetings, Earthman," something inside his brain seemed to say. "I -have your fellows here, my honored guests. You will join them." - -"They are here, my companions?" asked Orth stupidly. "You mean Horn and -Neilson? Did you say that to me?" - -"He speaks only in thoughts," said Ayna. "When our people reach the age -of two hundred they submit to this operation. With their lungs gone -there is, of course, no vocal speech. But we live on for centuries -untroubled by bodily breakdowns." - -Ivath motioned with his feeble old arms. - -"Come," he flashed at them, "we will join them." - - * * * * * - -As they sat in a small spacer cruising within the vast hollow of -Ivath's world-sized stage, Ayna explained more of the mysteries of this -future world. How the planets had been cut up into smaller spheres and -moved into the dwindling radiations of Sol. How their fleets of space -ships crossed the void to trade and mine the precious elements they -required, and of the other galactic cultures they met. - -"It is sad," said the girl at last, "that you can never return to the -past. It is there that our science has utterly failed. Travel in time -is but a one-way voyage." - -"You mean, Ayna," Orth said slowly, "we can't carry back the knowledge -of an atomic shield that will arrest the spread of sterility--that -mankind must abandon his use of atomic power?" - -"You cannot go back," smiled Ayna, putting her hand on his shoulder as -she spoke. "But there is no need. In 1980--if our records are not too -wrong--Eric Ensamoff discovered such a shield." - -"Great!" cried Orth. "I won't mind being stranded here. There's -Ivath to set right on his ancient history. There's your perfected -civilization to study." He swallowed his tongue momentarily and -recovered it. - -"And then there's you, Ayna," he blurted. 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Boston tealeggers! Jeep men! Time<br /> -traveler Devin Orth clutched his temples,<br /> -battling insanity. Some "genius" had waved<br /> -a wand over Terran history and produced a—</p> - -<h1>Scrambled World</h1> - -<h2>By BASIL WELLS</h2> - -<p>[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from<br /> -Planet Stories Spring 1947.<br /> -Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that<br /> -the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]</p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>The sun was dying. About its sullen shadow-streaked red globe thousands -of miniature artificial worlds clustered like a swarm of night-chilled -midges. So thickly did they hug the great globe of dulling flame that -it seemed Sol had acquired an outer husk of interlocked asteroids and -moonlets.</p> - -<p>Of all the planets and their satellites only Earth remained—a shrunken -and changed planet. And Earth too had shifted its orbit until it now -swung but a few million miles from its molten primary.</p> - -<p>In the huge ovoid of metal that was the <i>Time Bubble</i> the three men -making up its crew had by now grown accustomed to the changes that -three million years had brought to the solar system. They had expected -great changes—and found them. This was to be their first stop in their -time quest for an efficient shield against the deadly radiations of -atomic disintegration's side effects.</p> - -<p>Devin Orth, the lean, dark-haired young scientist sharing the -control blister with his employer and friend, Norris Horn, studied -the expanding green wilderness of what had once been northern Ohio. -He turned to the big bald man in whose brain the plans for the time -spanner had been born.</p> - -<p>"The continents are there," he said unbelieving, "almost exactly as we -left them. And yet Earth is smaller. Its diameter has dwindled more -than a thousand miles!"</p> - -<p>Horn's broad thick body quivered as he loosed a volcanic chuckle.</p> - -<p>"I know," he said. "And the oceans, big though they are, are probably -very shallow. A thousand feet at the most. Water will be growing -precious."</p> - -<p>"But," puzzled Orth, "why are there no cities and why have the -continents changed so little? Surely three million years...."</p> - -<p>"I'd say the inhabitants of those small globes near the sun," suggested -Horn, "are descendants of Earthmen. They have used their superb command -of science to make of Earth a beautiful park or preserve as it was in -our own primitive age.</p> - -<p>"Surely, if they have such knowledge, they can give us the secret -of atomic control that will overcome the sterility threatening -mankind. We cannot return now to the limited culture afforded by -the lesser power-sources of coal or gas without great damage to -civilization—perhaps its utter downfall."</p> - -<p>"They have it all right," said Orth, scowling down at the open parklike -meadow toward which Horn was blasting, "but I'm worried about getting -back. So far this time travel is simply negation—outside the <i>Time -Bubble</i> three million years pass and to us it seems less than two -hours."</p> - -<p>Horn thrummed the landing jets smoothly and laughed his deep booming -bellow. The grassy glade came up to meet them.</p> - -<p>"A minor detail," he said as he cut the jets and the ship jolted -abruptly to an uneven grounding. The deck was slightly tilted and from -below there sounded a muffled explosion.</p> - -<p>"You all right, Neilson?" shouted Orth into the intercom.</p> - -<p>The third member of their crew sounded breathless as he answered from -the power compartment.</p> - -<p>"Thought the mixer was going for a bit," he gasped. "A forward jet went -kafoo. Boulder maybe blocking off that last blast."</p> - -<p>Orth told Horn what Neilson had said. The big man unzipped his safety -harness and came over to his side, his big capable hand on Orth's -shoulder.</p> - -<p>"Don't worry about getting home," he said, taking up the thread of -conversation the explosion had disrupted. "In three million years all -the secrets of time and matter will have been discovered. We'll return -with the shield."</p> - -<p>He released the young scientist's bruised shoulder and slapped a great -paw of a hand on his back, pushing him down toward the airlock.</p> - -<p>"Better replace that jet tip, Devin," he said. "Can't tell but we -may have to take off in a hurry. This future civilization might be -unfriendly and," he paused thoughtfully, "even non-humanoid."</p> - -<p>Orth checked the gauges at the lock and found the outer atmosphere to -be a heady oxygen-rich mixture. Horn had gone down to help Neilson in -the power compartment and he was alone. He stuffed the jet tip into his -bag of tools and pushed through the inner port into the airlock. There -he snapped on the invisible, but oddly tingling, radiations that would -destroy any alien spores of deadly growth that might find their way -into the ship.</p> - -<p>He swung open the thick oval outer door and dropped the short -grounding ladder to the blast-blackened turf. Down the eight rigid -metal rungs of the ladder he went to the ground. He stumbled awkwardly -and almost fell. The unaccustomed gravity, after the past twelve -days in space—twelve days that had actually been thirty thousand -centuries—had tricked him.</p> - -<p>A moment later his muscles had quickly remedied this unbalance and he -found the fused jet that had blown back. As Neilson had guessed, the -<i>Time Bubble</i> had grazed a boulder in landing and the expanding rocket -gases' escape had been blocked off.</p> - -<p>It was good to feel the spring of turf underfoot. Even the feeble -warmth of the ancient sun was pleasant on his bared flesh. He had not -realized how homesick he had grown for Earth until now.</p> - -<p>He put down his tools and headed toward a clump of oddly-shaped trees -near the forest's rim. As he neared them he whistled. The temperature -of the Lakes region must have changed. They were palms!</p> - -<p>It was only then that he turned to look back at the <i>Time Bubble</i>. He -was thinking that Horn would be interested in his discovery of this -tropical growth so far north.</p> - -<p>His eyes blinked stupidly. He blinked again.</p> - -<p>The <i>Time Bubble's</i> ugly ovoid of space-scarred metal was gone!</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Several hours had passed since the space ship's uncanny disappearance. -The Earthman was picking his way along a narrow game trail in the -semi-twilight of the mighty forest that crowded close up to Lake Erie's -shoreline.</p> - -<p>Caution had impelled him to seek safety in the wilderness until the -truth about the spacer's disappearance was revealed.</p> - -<p>The trail cut across a rock-strewn highway, deeply-rutted by wheeled -vehicles. Just across the way, half-hidden by a tangle of wild vines -and brush, was a small log cabin. Smoke oozed slowly skyward from its -mud-daubed stick chimney.</p> - -<p>The odor of cooking meat sent Orth trotting hungrily across the road. -He had forgotten any possible danger until an arrow hissed viciously -past his ear. He dropped forward on his belly in a shallow depression -soggy with dead leaves. A second arrow thwocked lightly through the -gray-barked tangle of brush that his head was ramming into.</p> - -<p>His fingers went to the flat pocket machine gun that all three -scientists aboard the <i>Time Bubble</i> carried. This weapon, complete with -ten thousand tiny explosive cartridges, and a compact kit of tools and -essential equipment, they carried with them at all times when away from -the space ship.</p> - -<p>Behind a light gray shaft of scaly bark, a huge tree's bole, something -red moved. His machine gun slapped a dozen needle-sized slugs at the -half-seen target. The explosions splintered and ripped at the tree's -thick trunk. The red thing leaped clear, yelling. Before Devin could -stop his weapon, it stepped into several small incredibly bright -explosions.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/illus.jpg" alt=""/> - <div class="caption"> - <p><i>Before Devin could stop firing, the thing leaped clear, yelling.</i></p> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>Then, from the cabin, a broad-shouldered young man emerged. He was -clad somewhat after the fashion of the early American pioneers: fur -cap, shapeless brown homespun shirt, rough skinny-legged trousers, and -thick-soled moccasins. In his hands he lifted a cumbersome weapon, -having six wooden barrels or tubes, from each of which protruded a -sharp-pointed metal dart.</p> - -<p>"There been trouble?" he cried out in badly mangled but understandable -English.</p> - -<p>For an instant Orth was stunned by the wonder of it. After three -million years—a man speaking English!</p> - -<p>"Shot at me from over there," he told the frontiersman warily.</p> - -<p>The man catfooted over to the scarred tree, his clumsy weapon poised -ready. He grunted something in badly garbled English. Then he motioned -to the Earthman to join him.</p> - -<p>"Redskin," he told Orth.</p> - -<p>The hairy apelike savage crouching in bloody death behind the tree was -indeed clad in flapping, red-dyed garments of skin. His skin, however, -was as white beneath its matted covering of black hair as Orth's own. -Yet the other had called the savage a redskin.</p> - -<p>As Orth watched the tall young giant stamped his foot down on the -fallen warrior's middle, shook the long chestnut hair out of his -handsome brown face, and opening his mouth let out a prolonged hideous -screech. As he did so his fists hammered drumlike on his distended -chest.</p> - -<p>From the distance a hideous snarling and trumpeting answered the -ear-splitting sound. The man grinned at Orth and nodded toward the -forest. He stepped down and held up two fingers.</p> - -<p>"Vello," he said, continuing to make the V sign that first saw birth in -the Second World War. "Me, I am Dun Horgan. Horgan of the wilderness. -Those are my friends you hear, the hairy apes of Afri County."</p> - -<p>Orth held out his hand. "Shake," he said, "Horgan. I'm named Orth. I -hail from Meadville in Pennsylvania."</p> - -<p>"Pennsylvania over that way," and Horgan pointed, "but no village that -name. Maybe small?"</p> - -<p>Orth nodded. "Small," he agreed wryly. After three million years he -wondered that the states retained their original names.</p> - -<p>Horgan reached down to jerk an intricately woven necklace of hair, -from which depended a crudely carved locket of bone, from the fallen -savage's neck.</p> - -<p>"Scalp locket is worth fifteen bits bounty," he said offering it to -Orth. "It is yours."</p> - -<p>Orth shook his head. "No, you keep it. I'll trade it for some food and -a bed." He eyed the other thoughtfully.</p> - -<p>"And some information too," he added.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Over a well cooked slab of venison and a plate of corn bread, washed -down by a muddy brown brew that Horgan served hot and sweetened, they -talked. Corn likker the frontiersman called the steaming tasteless -fluid when Orth mistakenly named it coffee.</p> - -<p>And when they had finished his host produced squares of a fine brown -paper which he deftly filled, one-handed, with shredded greenish -tobacco, and presented the fat cigar-sized bundles to Orth. He shrugged -at the Earthman's refusal, eyeing with amusement the slender whiteness -of Orth's own cigarettes.</p> - -<p>"Shipped from France maybe," he suggested, "or China?"</p> - -<p>Orth handed over the pack. Horgan studied the markings that showed they -were manufactured in Kentucky. He shook his head.</p> - -<p>"Don't reckon you'll be getting no more," he said. "General Lee ain't -been licked yet, and until Washington and Pershing break through to the -South...." He lifted his big arms in a half-shrug of doubt.</p> - -<p>"What's all this about Lee and Pershing? Some sort of Civil War over -again? Or is this continent being invaded?"</p> - -<p>Horgan eyed the Earthman curiously. "Maybe I'll have to tell you what -year it is," he said dryly, "and who's Boss of the States now. You're -powerful ignorant, Orth."</p> - -<p>"Go ahead," invited Orth. "My memory's fuzzy."</p> - -<p>"This's 1927, June the third." Horgan tugged absent-mindedly at his -long brown locks. "Our boss now is Tyad Roosfald. His third year as -Boss."</p> - -<p>"Teddy Roosevelt." Orth studied his knuckles thoughtfully. "And I -suppose General Eisenhower is invading Germany to win our independence!"</p> - -<p>"Not Germany," corrected the frontiersman, "but Great Britain. We have -accepted Churchill's challenge to land there and fight. Of course the -war with Germany and Japan are going on too."</p> - -<p>Orth groaned. "What about this other thing—Lee and Washington down -South? Don't tell me it's Civil War revival week too. What kind of a -gag are you trying to pull on me, Horgan?"</p> - -<p>Horgan rubbed a rasping palm thoughtfully along his jaw.</p> - -<p>"There is war between the States," he said at last. "Everywhere there -is war. The broadcast drums warn us that soon we must fight Cuba." -Smoke puffed from his nostrils. "Helping Spain."</p> - -<p>One of Orth's hands covered his eyes and he felt his face growing hot -with a mingling of anger and bewilderment. He stuttered as he tried to -talk. He swallowed smoke and coughed, choking.</p> - -<p>"Good afternoon," called a fresh young voice, a feminine voice, from -the cabin's rude door.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Their heads twisted smartly toward the opening. Horgan's bared sword -was in his fist even before he was on his feet. Together they stood -facing the tall round-bodied woman who had walked in upon them. Despite -her stature she was remarkably beautiful.</p> - -<p>She was pale of skin and her great mass of intricately braided hair was -of a softly radiant silver hue. The simple garment of golden-hued cloth -covered her adequately—but no more than that. Even her sandals were -simple, accessories of comfort and utility rather than fashion.</p> - -<p>"I am Ayna of Globe 64BA," she told them briskly. "I wish one or both -of you to escort me to Ivath's headquarters."</p> - -<p>She was eyeing Orth's zippered shirt and glassid trousers curiously.</p> - -<p>"Ivath must be slipping," she said. "You are definitely out of the -wrong century. More likely the Twenty-first. I cannot be mistaken for I -have majored in Ancient American Mythology."</p> - -<p>"I was born in 1960!" Orth snapped, "and I definitely must be in the -wrong century. Or I'm out of my head! That's more like it. All this -pother about the Civil War and the World Wars going on at the same -time. Maybe just the names are the same. Or—what?"</p> - -<p>"There must be a short circuiting of your memory cells," said Ayna -soothingly, "but Ivath and his helpers will soon set that right. Take -me to him and I will help you." She looked at Horgan.</p> - -<p>Horgan was shaking his head. "Sorry," he said, "but until the Civil War -is ended—here I stay."</p> - -<p>The girl frowned. She turned to Orth. "How about you?" she demanded. -"Are you part of the local scenery too, or can you travel?"</p> - -<p>"I have no idea what this is all about," Orth told her, "but I go where -I please. Maybe you can set me right on a few things, Ayna. Then I'll -go along with you."</p> - -<p>"Fine!" Her teeth flashed.</p> - -<p>"I can go with you to Hardpan City," Dun Horgan said slowly. "That's -where I trade off my furs and gold dust. We can thump a ride on one of -the waggons going to New Yok."</p> - -<p>"What are we waiting for then?" demanded Ayna. "Bring extra slugs for -your six guns." She looked at Orth. "Don't you have a gun?"</p> - -<p>Orth tugged out his compact machine pistol. Apparently the clumsy -spring-powered weapons with six barrels were what the girl called six -guns, for Horgan belted a second weapon around his waist. The girl -examined his hand gun with curious eyes and fingers.</p> - -<p>"Unusual design," she commented. "Not authentic for your period -costume."</p> - -<p>"Come along," said Horgan, cutting across Orth's protesting words. -"About time for the afternoon waggon train."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>"Here they come!" cried Horgan as they quitted the path for the rutted -highway.</p> - -<p>He seized a long length of pole and started beating at the road with -it. Dust clouded up about them. And further down the road a growing -cloud of dust neared. These must be the waggons Horgan was going to -hail, Orth decided.</p> - -<p>"Why is he pounding the ground, Ayna?" demanded Orth.</p> - -<p>The woman laughed. "He is thumping for a ride," she explained. "It is a -peculiar custom of this age. In this way he asks assistance."</p> - -<p>Orth's dark face reddened with sudden mirth that he choked back. The -twisted idiomatic expressions of this strange world were taking a -familiar pattern. Even the scrambled pattern of wars and their military -leaders began to make sense. <i>Thumping</i> a ride, six shooters, and scalp -<i>lockets</i> linked up with Ayna's reference to Ancient American Mythology.</p> - -<p>"You're from the little globes clustering around the sun," he said, -"and you were visiting Earth—or this primitive duplication of it. Sort -of a park for your people, this. Your spacer crashed or you've lost it."</p> - -<p>Ayna frowned at Orth. "Yes," she said slowly, "I landed on Earth, -contrary to the regulations, and a herd of mammoths wrecked my ship. -But how could you, a creature of Ivath's great workship, know anything -of spacers?"</p> - -<p>"I do not know Ivath," Orth said angrily, "and I came here in a spacer -that has vanished.... Now, how do we get out of this make believe world -of yours to your home?"</p> - -<p>"But this is real," the girl protested. "If a redskin's arrow or a -tearunner's slug cuts you down you will die. Until the war is ended, or -you take me to Ivath's headquarters, we are not safe."</p> - -<p>"All I can say is human beings are as crazy as they were three million -years ago," grunted Orth.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile the dust cloud rolled closer and slowed. Horgan's thumping -had halted them. Orth saw three great waggons, their twenty foot-high -metal-tired wheels fitting deep down into the rutted way.</p> - -<p>Sixty feet in length they were, and beneath a low roof, that Ayna -called a hood, there was a broad treadmill geared up with the eight -huge wheels. Between eighty and a hundred thick-bodied little ponies -were tied upon this raised moving belt. Above the hood lifted a sort of -tower, its roof twenty feet above the ground, and here the two waggon -drivers sat, steering the cumbersome vehicle with a spoked wooden wheel.</p> - -<p>Back of the cab was the covered cargo deck of the waggon where bags of -grain, hides and other produce were heaped.</p> - -<p>One of the wooden blocks that had braked the enormous wheels was -smoking and now it burst into flame. One of the drivers hastily tossed -a bucket of water on the block and put it out.</p> - -<p>"Going through Hardpan City?" Horgan asked.</p> - -<p>"Climb aboard," cheerfully answered a runty driver with a huge dusty -red moustache. He jabbed his thumb at the ladder bolted to the waggon's -side.</p> - -<p>"You ride this waggon," Horgan said to Ayna and Orth. "I'll hop the -next one."</p> - -<p>The red-moustached man helped them into the cab, his squinted pale -eyes studying the girl appreciatively, and then he spoke to his -hulking companion. This driver was a hairy apish giant without ears. -Now he slowly released the brakes that locked the treadmill while Red -Moustache freed the wheels.</p> - -<p>The treadmill revolved faster and faster and they went clanking and -bumping off down the highroad, the miniature horses sweating in their -involuntary struggle to keep on their feet. The great hooded vehicle -had a pace of perhaps ten miles an hour.</p> - -<p>"I hear," shouted the little driver at Orth and Ayna, "that the Boss -is sending a hundred men to New Yok soon. They're to hunt down the red -jitterbugs and outlaws that range the highways."</p> - -<p>He paused long enough to catch his breath and curse the thick fog of -dust that filled the cab.</p> - -<p>"A hundred soldiers to wipe out three or four thousand tea sellers and -their gunmen!" He snorted. "Of course they're jeep men—Hoovers, you -know—but they can't do any good."</p> - -<p>"The Boss is all wise," said the earless man, bumping his clenched fist -against his nose. "He is the Boss."</p> - -<p>Orth turned to Ayna. "Now," he said, "who is Ivath?"</p> - -<p>The girl shrugged. "For a creation of Ivath's laboratories," she said, -"you are refreshingly human. So I will treat you as one of us." Her -eyes were thoughtful. "After all a robot does possess a limited power -of reasoning."</p> - -<p>"Ivath!" Orth barked the word at her. "Forget the insults for the time -being. I may look funny but I'm human."</p> - -<p>"Ivath is the director of our theater of space," she said. "This, as -you know, is a huge hollow globe on whose surface world-wide dramas -from the ages past are brought to life. He is painstakingly accurate in -his depiction of the bygone dress, customs and speech."</p> - -<p>Orth laughed shortly. "Even to vehicles with horses for power," he -said, "and guns without gunpowder."</p> - -<p>The girl disregarded him. "But Ivath has surpassed other directors -of the past. He uses androids, living robots, and impresses on their -memory cells the accurate thought and instinct patterns of their own -chosen age. It is really amazing how closely their actions follow the -historical patterns of the ancient past."</p> - -<p>"You mean he sprinkles cities, forests and—robots, all around and -watches what happens? No script for them to follow? No deadline or time -to end it all?"</p> - -<p>"He usually changes the entire surface of the globe every fifty years," -Ayna told him. "The next drama will be that of ancient Mars before the -Earthmen came, and shortly afterward."</p> - -<p>"If it is as accurate as this mess," said Orth dryly, "it will be -something to see, and worse to hear. I lived in the years of the first -Martian exploration, Ayna. And I came from the Twentieth Century that -your director is supposed to be presenting here!"</p> - -<p>Ayna's face was serious. Orth felt a curious prickling sensation in his -head and then everything went hazy for a time....</p> - -<p>Eventually the blur faded. He found that they had left the forest -behind and were entering a region of cultivated fields and little -huddles of log and sod dwellings. The clumsy vehicle in which they -sat was slowing until it was barely crawling between two rows of -brick-fronted cabins.</p> - -<p>"You are not lying," Ayna said. "I probed your mind, Devin Orth. You -are not an android. And I believe that your space ship has been seized -by Ivath. It was an alien object on the vast canvas of his pictured -world."</p> - -<p>"Here's Hardpan," Red Moustache said, leering slack-jawed at Ayna. -"Sorry you couldn't go along to New Yok," he added to Orth, "you and -your squirt. She's some fowl."</p> - -<p>Orth choked and gulped twice. He thanked the driver and climbed down -the ladder. Horgan was already standing in the shadow of a doorway -above which swung a dust-grimed sign. <i>Two Drik Tony's</i>, the sign read.</p> - -<p>"Wait for us in that store," said Horgan, pointing out a door across -the street that was flanked by barrels of fruit and other produce. -"Orth and me needs a drink."</p> - -<p>Orth started to protest and then desisted as he saw the girl's -eyelid twitch and her head motion toward the door. He followed the -frontiersman. Ayna was talking softly to herself as they left her.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>They joined the men bellied up to the bar. Dun Horgan ordered two shots -of alcohol which were brought to them in shallow saucers of glass. -Horgan dropped three bits on the bar.</p> - -<p>"How about a shot of tea?" he whispered to the bartender.</p> - -<p>The man's flabby pink face whitened. Imperceptibly he nodded toward the -back room and scooped up the three shining coins. The two men downed -their fiery drinks and then elbowed their way toward the closed door.</p> - -<p>"It's this accursed Volsad Law," said Horgan. "All a result of the -Boston tea runners. Tried to smuggle it in and then the reform crowd -took it up. Blamed tea for crime and poverty. Pushed the laws through -outlawing its sale."</p> - -<p>Orth grinned. "So now the bootleggers, or tealeggers, maybe, are -getting rich."</p> - -<p>Horgan nodded. Inside the door the bartender met them and slipped a -small bottle of cold tea into Horgan's pocket. Then he motioned toward -the half-open door leading into the alley beyond.</p> - -<p>"Please," he said. "There may be jeep men watching my bar."</p> - -<p>They quitted the building and leaving the alley reached the main -street. Ayna was waiting in the store's door and as she saw them she -started to walk in their direction.</p> - -<p>A bony stoop-shouldered man with a naked skull beneath his -droopy-brimmed hat lurched into her path. His sunken dark eyes were -bloodshot and hot. He jerked her arm.</p> - -<p>"Looking for someone?" he demanded. "I'm here."</p> - -<p>Ayna's fist landed flush on the man's jaw. He staggered back, but still -gripped her. Orth seized the man's shoulder and spun him about. With -the same movement his other fist crashed the bony man backward for -several paces.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>But he had not been alone. With him were three other hard-faced men. -They helped him to his feet and came pacing toward Orth and Horgan. -Their hands were inching down toward their big holstered spring guns. -Orth reached for his own hand machine gun, and with his movement their -four enemies went for their own weapons.</p> - -<p>Horgan was slapping his bolts at the quartet. Ayna was hugging the -dirty street. Orth felt one smashing impact before his weapon started -sewing the explosive little pellets across the four men's middles. -Pain was just starting to throb in his left elbow when the last of the -others slumped, dead, into the dusty street. Horgan staggered toward -him, a six gun bolt in his right side.</p> - -<p>"Just nicked me," he said calmly, his hand holding back the blood that -seeped through his coarse-woven shirt.</p> - -<p>Orth found it hard to believe that these fallen men were actually but -pseudo-men, robots. Their laboratory-given life blood was as red and -sticky as a true man's, and their dying struggles were as realistic as -his own might have been.</p> - -<p>The bartender came sidling up to Orth. He was but one of a score of -muttering, staring onlookers.</p> - -<p>"Better clear outta town," he advised. "Krepp's brother is sheriff. And -if he don't hang you Krepp's mob will do you up."</p> - -<p>"Thanks," Orth said. There were a dozen horses, saddled and bridled, -drooping at a nearby hitchrail, and toward these he moved.</p> - -<p>"Come on," he told Horgan and Ayna. "We're riding out of here."</p> - -<p>Horgan shrugged. "Might as well get neckties for rustling a horse as -for killing Krepp," he conceded, reloading his two spring guns.</p> - -<p>They climbed into the saddles, Orth snapping a warning burst of -explosive slugs into the road and Horgan menacing the glowering knot -of townspeople and riders, and went riding eastward out of the village -street.</p> - -<p>Once they were free of the town and climbing a long easy grade into the -low tree-clad hills the men of Hardpan City organized their pursuit. -Orth saw horses, light waggons, and high-wheeled vehicles resembling -bicycles come streaming up the highway after them.</p> - -<p>Drums began to boom all along the cleared valley they had left and in -the hills ahead.</p> - -<p>"News broadcasters," Horgan informed him, "warning all cruising scout -waggons and squad carts of our escape. Their squad carts are fast—they -have pulley drives that can be shifted. If we can only reach the -forests again...."</p> - -<p>"We'll make it," Orth said. He grinned encouragingly at Ayna. "Maybe -we'll find your precious Ivath, too," he added.</p> - -<p>At that moment they were riding up a short grade, tree-lined and -stony, beyond which they could see nothing but an endless stretch of -undulating tree-tops. Nothing, Orth was thinking, could now keep them -from achieving safety.</p> - -<p>Suddenly the ground swayed underfoot and their horses spilled them from -the saddles.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>There was a moment of rushing blackness, as though they were falling -into a pit of tar, and then they felt themselves being whirled -horizontally along for a time into a blurring twilight, only to slide -softly to a stop.</p> - -<p>Orth heard a click and a whir from somewhere above him and saw a -vast square section of grayness detach itself from the sky above and -disappear. He lay quietly for a long minute but the ground was solid -underfoot and so he stood up.</p> - -<p>"That," said Ayna, laughing rather breathlessly, "was some of Ivath's -work. He's brought this section of the crust inside for repairs." She -hesitated. "Or perhaps because of you, Devin Orth."</p> - -<p>"Me? I get it. If he took the <i>Time Bubble</i> this same way.... Yeah."</p> - -<p>Orth swallowed thickly. No telling what the mysterious Ivath might be -planning to do with them. He was glad Ayna was along. She knew this -insane future world.</p> - -<p>"Here he comes now," said Ayna, low-voiced. "Ivath, I mean. And, by the -way, he is my great grandfather. So don't mind him too much."</p> - -<p>Orth found himself looking at a transparent bubble of plastic, with -a puffy over-sized belt of jade-green metal fixed about its middle. -It floated a few feet above the ground, sparks buzzing faintly as it -dropped too low and was forced upward again.</p> - -<p>Inside there was a bony little parody of a man's body, or rather, its -upper torso. Below the arms there was nothing save a shining metallic -cylinder. The huge blue-veined skull was supported by soft wide bands -of plastic material, and the bony arms rested on cushioned ledges.</p> - -<p>"Greetings, Earthman," something inside his brain seemed to say. "I -have your fellows here, my honored guests. You will join them."</p> - -<p>"They are here, my companions?" asked Orth stupidly. "You mean Horn and -Neilson? Did you say that to me?"</p> - -<p>"He speaks only in thoughts," said Ayna. "When our people reach the age -of two hundred they submit to this operation. With their lungs gone -there is, of course, no vocal speech. But we live on for centuries -untroubled by bodily breakdowns."</p> - -<p>Ivath motioned with his feeble old arms.</p> - -<p>"Come," he flashed at them, "we will join them."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>As they sat in a small spacer cruising within the vast hollow of -Ivath's world-sized stage, Ayna explained more of the mysteries of this -future world. How the planets had been cut up into smaller spheres and -moved into the dwindling radiations of Sol. How their fleets of space -ships crossed the void to trade and mine the precious elements they -required, and of the other galactic cultures they met.</p> - -<p>"It is sad," said the girl at last, "that you can never return to the -past. It is there that our science has utterly failed. Travel in time -is but a one-way voyage."</p> - -<p>"You mean, Ayna," Orth said slowly, "we can't carry back the knowledge -of an atomic shield that will arrest the spread of sterility—that -mankind must abandon his use of atomic power?"</p> - -<p>"You cannot go back," smiled Ayna, putting her hand on his shoulder as -she spoke. "But there is no need. In 1980—if our records are not too -wrong—Eric Ensamoff discovered such a shield."</p> - -<p>"Great!" cried Orth. "I won't mind being stranded here. There's -Ivath to set right on his ancient history. There's your perfected -civilization to study." He swallowed his tongue momentarily and -recovered it.</p> - -<p>"And then there's you, Ayna," he blurted. "You're...."</p> - -<p>The girl slid her fingers across a toggle-switch in the wall. "No use -letting all the worlds hear us," she said softly, "much less see us. -You see, I was sent to interview you and get your reactions. 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