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Meteor and Other Stories

by John Wyndham

retold by Patrick Nobes

Content

Meteor

Dumb Martian

Survival

Body and Soul

METEOR

The house shook. A picture fell off a shelf, and its glass front smashed as it hit the floor. There was

a very loud crash from outside the house.

Sally Fontain went to the window and opened the curtain. She looked out into the dark.

`I can't see anything,' she said.

`Noises like that remind me of the war,' said Graham, to whom she was engaged. `Do you think

somebody is starting a new one?'

As he was speaking, the door of the room opened and Sally's father put his head in.

`Did you hear that?' he asked. `I think it was a small meteor. I saw a faint flash in the field beyond

the garden. Let's go and find it.'

They put on their coats, got their torches, and went out into the dark.

The object had hit the ground in the middle of the field. It had made a hole about two metres

across. They looked into the hole, but could see nothing except newly disturbed earth. Sally's dog,

Mitty, was very interested in the earth and put her nose into it to smell it.

`I'm sure it's a small meteor, and it's buried itself in the ground,' said Sally's father. `We'll get some

men to dig it out tomorrow.'

From Onns's Diary

The best way to introduce these notes on our journey is to report Great Leader

Cottaft's speech to us. On the day before we left Forta he called us all together and said:

Tomorrow, the Globes will go out. Tomorrow, the science and skill of Forta will

win a victory over nature. There were other races on Forta before ours, but they could

not control nature so they died as conditions changed. We have become stronger, and

we have solved problem after problem. And now we must solve the most difficult

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problem of all. Forta, our world, is old and nearly dead. The end is near, and we must

escape while we are still healthy and strong. We must find a new home and make sure

our race survives.

'Tomorrow the Globes will set out to search the heavens in every direction. Each

one of you holds the whole history, art, science, and skill of Forta. Use this knowledge

to help others. Learn from others, and add to Forta's knowledge, if you can. If you do

not use your knowledge and add to it, there will be no future for our race.

'And if we are the only intelligent life in the universe, then you are responsible not

only for our race, but for all intelligent life that may develop.

'Go out into the universe, then. Go and be wise, kind, and truthful. Go in peace.

Our prayers go with you.'

After the meeting I looked again through the telescope at the planet to which our

Globe is being sent. It is a planet which is neither too young nor too old. It shines like a

blue pearl because so much of it is covered with water. I am glad we are going to the

blue planet; the other Globes are being sent to worlds that do not look so inviting.

I am full of hope. I no longer have any fear. I shall go into the Globe tomorrow,

and the gas will put me to sleep. When I wake again, it will be in our shining new

world. If I do not wake, something will have gone wrong, but I shall never know.

It is all very simple really−if we trust in God.

This evening I went down to look at the Globes for the last time before we board

them. They are amazing! Our scientists have achieved the impossible. They are the

largest things ever built. They are so heavy that they look more likely to sink into the

surface of Forta than to fly off into space. It is hard to believe that we have built thirty

of these metal mountains. But there they stand, ready for tomorrow.

Some of them will be lost. Oh, God, if ours survives, I hope that we can meet the

challenges and satisfy the trust placed in us.

These may be the last words I shall ever write. If I do write again, it will be in a

new world under a strange sky.

* * *

`It's in the outhouse,' Sally told the Police Inspector who had come to see the meteor. `It didn't go

deep into the ground, so the men dug it out very quickly. And it wasn't as hot as we expected, so they

were able to carry it easily.'

She led the Inspector across the garden, with her father and Graham following. They all went into

the outhouse, which was built of brick, with a floor of wooden boards. The meteor lay in the middle of

the floor. It was less than a metre in diameter, and looked like an ordinary ball of metal.

`I've informed the War Office,' said the Inspector. `You were wrong to touch it, and you must leave

it alone until the War Office expert has examined it. You say it's a meteor, but it may be some kind of

secret weapon.'

He turned away and they all started to go back into the garden. Just as he was going out of the

door, the Inspector stopped.

`What's that hissing sound?' he asked.

`Hissing?' repeated Sally.

`Yes. A kind of hissing noise. Listen!'

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They stood still. They could all hear the faint hissing that the Inspector was talking about. It was

difficult to know where it was coming from, but they all turned and looked at the meteor.

Graham walked up to the metal ball, and bent over it with his right ear turned down to it.

`Yes,' he said. `The noise is coming from the meteor.'

Then his eyes closed and he fell to the floor. The others ran to him and pulled him out of the

outhouse. In the fresh air his eyes opened almost immediately.

`What happened?' he asked.

`You're sure the sound was coming from that thing?' asked the Inspector.

`Oh, yes. No doubt about it,' said Graham as Sally helped him to stand up.

`Did you smell anything strange?' asked the Inspector.

`Do you mean gas? No, I don't think so,' said Graham.

`Hmm,' said the Inspector. `Do meteors usually hiss, Mr Fontain?'

`I don't think so,' said Sally's father.

`Neither do I,' said the Inspector. `But I do think we should find somewhere safe to wait until the

expert arrives.'

From Onns's Diary

I have just woken up. Has it happened, or have we failed to start? I cannot tell.

Was it an hour ago that we entered the Globe? Or was it a day, or a year, or a century?

It cannot have been an hour ago. I am sure of that, because my body is tired and aching.

However, it seems only a short time ago that we climbed the long passage into the

Globe and went to our places. Each one of us found his or her compartment and crawled

into it. I fastened myself into my compartment. Its plastic walls filled with air and

pushed against me, protecting me against shock from all directions. I lay and waited.

One moment I lay there fresh and strong. The next moment, it seemed, I was tired and

aching.

The journey must have ended. The machines have replaced the sleeping−gas with

fresh air. The sides of my compartment are empty of air. We must have arrived on that

beautiful, shining blue planet, with Forta only a tiny light in our new heavens. I feel full

of hope. Until now, my life has been spent on a dying planet. Here, there is a world to

build and a future to build for.

I can hear our machines at work, opening the long passage which had been filled

for the journey. What shall we find, I wonder? What ever this world is like, we must not

betray our trust. We each possess a million years of history, and a million years of

knowledge. All this must be preserved.

This planet is very young, and if we do find intelligent life, it will be only at its

beginning. We must find them and make friends with them. They may be very different

from us, but we must remember that this is their world. It would be very wicked to hurt

any kind of life on its own planet. If we find any such life, our duty is to teach, and to

learn, and to work with them. Perhaps one day we shall build a world even more

civilized than Forta's own . .

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* * *

`And what', asked the Inspector, `is that, Sergeant Brown?'

`It's a cat, sir,' Sergeant Brown replied.

`I can see it's a cat,' said the Inspector. `I want to know what you're doing with it.'

`I thought the War Office people might want to examine it, sir,' he said.

`Do you really think the War Office is interested in dead cats?' the Inspector asked.

The sergeant explained.

`I went into the outhouse to check on the meteor,' he said. `I tied a rope round my waist so that my

men could pull me out through the door if there was any gas. I crawled up to the ball, but the gas had

gone. I put my ear close to the meteor but the hissing had stopped. Instead of the hissing there was a

different noise − a faint buzzing.'

`Buzzing?' repeated the Inspector. `Are you sure you don't mean hissing?'

`No, sir,' the sergeant replied. `This was a noise like an electric cutting machine being used a long

way away. Anyhow, the noise made me think that the ball was still active. I ordered my men to move

into a safe place behind that bank of earth in the garden. Then it was lunch time, so we ate our

sandwiches. We saw the cat near the shed, and it must have got in somehow. After I'd finished my

sandwiches, I went into the shed to check on the meteor again. That's when I saw the cat lying near the

meteor.'

`Was it killed by gas?' the Inspector asked.

The sergeant shook his head. `No, sir. That's what's strange about it. Look at this.'

He put the cat on the ground, and lifted its head. A small circle of black fur had been burnt away

under the chin. In the centre of the burn was a very tiny hole. Then he gently bent the head back again.

He pointed to an exactly similar circle and hole on the top of the cat's head. He took a thin, straight wire

from his pocket, and put it into the hole under the chin. The wire went through and came out of the other

hole at the top of the head.

`Can you explain that, sir?' the sergeant asked.

The Inspector frowned. A very small gun, firing tiny bullets from very close to the fur, might have

made one of the wounds. But a bullet does not make a neat hole, or burn fur, as it leaves a body. So the

two tiny holes could not be the entrance and exit places of the same bullet. Could two of these tiny

bullets have been fired in exactly the same line from above and below? No, that was nonsense.

`I've no idea what made these marks, sergeant,' admitted the Inspector. `Have you any suggestions?'

`None at all, sir,' replied the sergeant.

`And what's happening to the thing now? Is it still buzzing?' the Inspector asked.

`No, sir. There wasn't a sound coming from it when I found the cat.'

`Hmm.' The Inspector made a worried noise. `I hope the War Office expert comes soon.'

From Onns's Diary

This is a terrible place! Is this really the beautiful blue planet that promised so

much? We are by far the most advanced race there has ever been, but we are terrified by

the horrible monsters around us.

We are hiding in a dark cave. There are nine hundred and sixtyfour of us. There

were a thousand. This is how we lost the others.

The machines clearing the passage out of the Globe stopped. We crawled out of

our compartments and met in the centre hall of the Globe. Sunss, our leader, made a

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short speech. He reminded us that we must be brave as we went into the unknown. We

were the seed of the future, and we were responsible for taking Forta into the future.

We went through the long passage, and left the Globe.

How can I describe this terrible world? It is a dull and shadowy place, although it

is not night−time. What little light there is comes from a huge square hanging in the

sky. The square is divided into four smaller squares by two black bars.

We stood on a very wide level plain, but a plain such as I have never seen before.

We could not see an end to it, whichever way we looked. It was made of rows of

straight, endless, parallel roads all going the same way. (I call them roads, because they

looked like roads, but each one was much wider than any road I have ever seen.) Each

road was divided from the next by a deep, straight cutting as wide as my height. The

man next to me said that we had come into a world of straight lines lit by a square sun. I

told him he was talking nonsense. However, I could not explain what I saw.

Suddenly we heard a noise, and looked towards it. We saw an enormous face

looking at us from round the Globe. It was high above us, and it was black. It had two

pointed ears, the size of towers, and two huge, shining eyes.

As the monster came towards us round the Globe, we saw its legs, which were like

great columns. We turned to run away, so great was our terror. Then the monster moved

like lightning. A huge black paw, suddenly showing long, sharp claws, smacked down.

When the paw was raised again, twenty of our men and women were no more than

marks on the ground. The paw came down again. Eleven more of us were killed.

Sunss, our leader, ran forward and stood between the monster's front paws. His

fire−tube was in his hands. He aimed and fired. I thought the weapon would have no

effect on such a huge creature, but Sunss knew better. Suddenly the monster's head

went up, and then the creature dropped dead.

And Sunss was under it. He was a very brave man.

We chose Iss as our next leader. He decided we must find a place of safety as soon

as possible. Once we had found one, we could remove our records, instruments and

equipment from the Globe. He started to lead us forward along one of the wide roads.

After travelling a very long way, we reached the bottom of a cliff. It went straight

up in front of us. Its surface was made up of strangely regular blocks of rock. We

walked along the bottom of the cliff, and found a cave, which went a long way into the

cliff and to both sides. Again, the cave was very regular in shape and height. Perhaps

the man who spoke about the world of straight lines was not as stupid as he seemed . . .

Anyway, here we are safe from monsters like the one that killed Sunss. The cave is

too narrow for those huge paws to reach inside.

Later. A terrible thing has happened! Our Globe has gone.

While Iss had taken a group to explore the cave, the rest of us were on guard at the

entrance. We could see our Globe, and the great black monster lying close to it. Then a

strange thing happened. Suddenly the plain became lighter. Then there was a noise like

thunder, and everything around us shook. A huge object came down on the dead

monster and removed it from our sight. The light suddenly faded again.

I cannot explain these things; none of us can understand them. All I can do is to

keep an accurate record.

It was some time later when the worst possible thing happened. Again the plain

became suddenly lighter and the ground shook. I looked out of the cave, and saw

something that I can still hardly believe. Four huge creatures, compared with which the

previous monster was very small, were approaching the Globe. I know that nobody will

believe this, but they were three or four times the height of our enormous Globe! They

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