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Science Adventure Stories, v. 1, issue 2, October 1938
Page 5
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HOLOCAUST by Milton A. Rothman. The red sun setting behind the starkness of the cliff momentarily outlines in silhouette the twisted framework of an old tower. The rounded top gleamed ruddily, as if in remembrance of the time when golden flame burned within the tower; flame as hot and raw as the sun itself. Dust, lifted by the faint twilight breeze, shimmered, and settled back wearily, as if the last tenuous thread of life had been drawn from the heart of the planet. [stars] Adman ran his fingers through his black, oily hair, and nervously twisted a look into a tight knot as his large eyes, framed in shadows, moved with painstaking effort across the paper. The calculations were there. He had derived them in a sudden flash of inspiration, but he could still not understand them. The reason that he had taken the curious step was obscure, and he could not remember. But the method was correct, and the answer came out. What did it mean? His researches into the effects of intense magnetic fields upon the molecular structure of cooling metals had become strangely involved with the curious effects caused by clashing fields. He could not have predicted the effects, and he was not yet just sure hoe the calculations connected. (5)
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HOLOCAUST by Milton A. Rothman. The red sun setting behind the starkness of the cliff momentarily outlines in silhouette the twisted framework of an old tower. The rounded top gleamed ruddily, as if in remembrance of the time when golden flame burned within the tower; flame as hot and raw as the sun itself. Dust, lifted by the faint twilight breeze, shimmered, and settled back wearily, as if the last tenuous thread of life had been drawn from the heart of the planet. [stars] Adman ran his fingers through his black, oily hair, and nervously twisted a look into a tight knot as his large eyes, framed in shadows, moved with painstaking effort across the paper. The calculations were there. He had derived them in a sudden flash of inspiration, but he could still not understand them. The reason that he had taken the curious step was obscure, and he could not remember. But the method was correct, and the answer came out. What did it mean? His researches into the effects of intense magnetic fields upon the molecular structure of cooling metals had become strangely involved with the curious effects caused by clashing fields. He could not have predicted the effects, and he was not yet just sure hoe the calculations connected. (5)
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