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Futuria Fantasia, v. 1, issue 4, Spring 1940

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"Mars is a dying world," repeated the boy. "A dying world. How many Martians are there, sir?"

The old man chuckled. "I guess maybe you are the last pure Martian alive, boy. But there are millions of others."

"Where do they live? I have never seen them."

"You are young. You have much to see, much to learn."

"Where do they live?"

"Out there, beyond the mountains, beyond the dead sea bottoms, over the horizon and to the north, in the caves, far back in the subterrane."

"Why?"

"Why? Now that's hard to say. They were a brilliant race once upon a time. But something happened to them, hybrided them. They are unintelligent creatures now, cruel beasts."

"Does Earth own Mars?" the little boy's eyes were riveted upon the glowing planet overhead, the green planet.

"Yes, all of Mars. Earth has three cities here, each containing one thousand people. The closest city is a mile from here, down the road, a group of small metal bubble-like buildings. The men from Earth move about among the buildings like ants enclosed in their space suits. They are miners. With their huge machines they rip open the bowels of our planet and dig out our previous life-blood from the mineral arteries."

"Is that all?"

"That is all." The old man shook his head sadly. "No culture, no art, no purpose. Greedy, hopeless Earthlings."

"And the other two cities---where are they?"

"One is up the same cobbled road five miles, the third is further still by some five hundred miles."

"I am glad I live here with you, alone." The boy's head nodded sleepily."I do not like the men from Terra. They are despoilers."

"They have always been. But someday," said the old man, "they will meet their doom. They have blasphemied enough, have they. They cannot own planets as they have and expect nothing but greedy luxury for their sluggishly squat bodies. Someday----!" His voice rose high, in tempo and pitch with the Piper's wild music.

Wild music, insand music, stirring music. Music to stir the savage into life. Music to effect man's destiny!

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11 "Mars is a dying world," repeated the boy. "A dying world. How many Martians are there, sir?" The old man chuckled. "I guess maybe you are the last pure Martian alive, boy. But there are millions of others." "Where do they live? I have never seen them." "You are young. You have much to see, much to learn." "Where do they live?" "Out there, beyond the mountains, beyond the dead sea bottoms, over the horizon and to the north, in the caves, far back in the subterrane." "Why?" "Why? Now that's hard to say. They were a brilliant race once upon a time. But something happened to them, hybrided them. They are unintelligent creatures now, cruel beasts." "Does Earth own Mars?" the little boy's eyes were riveted upon the glowing planet overhead, the green planet. "Yes, all of Mars. Earth has three cities here, each containing one thousand people. The closest city is a mile from here, down the road, a group of small metal bubble-like buildings. The men from Earth move about among the buildings like ants enclosed in their space suits. They are miners. With their huge machines they rip open the bowels of our planet and dig out our previous life-blood from the mineral arteries." "Is that all?" "That is all." The old man shook his head sadly. "No culture, no art, no purpose. Greedy, hopeless Earthlings." "And the other two cities---where are they?" "One is up the same cobbled road five miles, the third is further still by some five hundred miles." "I am glad I live here with you, alone." The boy's head nodded sleepily."I do not like the men from Terra. They are despoilers." "They have always been. But someday," said the old man, "they will meet their doom. They have blasphemied enough, have they. They cannot own planets as they have and expect nothing but greedy luxury for their sluggishly squat bodies. Someday----!" His voice rose high, in tempo and pitch with the Piper's wild music. Wild music, insand music, stirring music. Music to stir the savage into life. Music to effect man's destiny!