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Prison of a Billion Years - Stephen Marlowe
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Narrator (Prison of a Billion Years)
Prison of a Billion Years by C.H. timbs. Adam Slade crushed the guard's skull with a two foot length of iron pipe. No one ever knew where Slade got the iron pipe, but it did not seem so important. The guard was dead. That was important. And Slade was on the loose with a hostage. That was even more important. The hostage's name was Marcia Lawrence. She was 22 years old and pretty and scared half out of her wits. She was, before she became a hostage, a reporter for Interplanetary Video. She had been granted the final pre execution interview with Adam Slade and she had looked forward to it a long time. But it had not worked out as planned. It had not worked out as planned because Slade, only hours from the execution chamber with absolutely nothing to lose, had spattered the guards brains around the inside of his cell and marched outside with a frightened Marcia Lawrence. Outside, outside the cell block, while other condemned prisoners roared and shouted and banged tin cups on bars and metal walls and Judas hole grills outside the prison compound and across the dome enclosed city which served the prison. Then outside the dome, outside the dome there was rock. Rock only twisted and convoluted and thrusting and gigantic like monoliths of a race of giants. Rock alone under the awesome gray sky, steaming rock for some of the terrestrial waters were still trapped at great depths and the sea far off booming against rocky headlands, hissing tidily and slowly in an age long process pulverizing the rock. The sea far off. A clean sea, not sea smelling sea. A sea whose waters must evaporate countless times and be borne up over the naked rocks in vapor and clouds and come down in pelting endless rain and rush across the rock, frothing and steaming. A sea which must do this countless times in the aeons to come and would do it to bring salinity to its own waters. It kind of scares the hell out of you, doesn't it? Adam Slade said. He was a big man with a thick neck and heavy sleepy looking eyes and a blue beard shadow on his stubborn jaw. He said those words as he climbed out of the prison tank with Marcia Lawrence. The tank's metal was still warm from overheated travel. I didn't think anything would scare you, marcia Lawrence said. She had conquered her initial terror in the five hours of clanking tank flight from the prison. They had come a great many miles from the prison dome, paralleling the edge of the saltless sea, and then finally, when their fuel was almost gone, clanking and rattling down toward the sea, she was a newspaper woman that above all now she must not be afraid. She had a story here. A story. Get moving, Adam Slade said. I've got nothing against you, lady, he told her for the 10th time, but you try anything, you're dead. You get that? I got nothing to lose. One time is all. They can kill me, but first they got to find me and they won't be able to take me as long as you're here. Just stay meek and you'll stay alive. How long do you think you can hold out, Marshall? Lawrence asked practically. They had begun to walk away from the now useless tank. Adam Slade was carrying the dead guard's M gun in the crook of his bent left arm and walking with long, easy ground consuming strides. Marsha almost had to run to keep up with him as they went down a stretch of slightly sloping black rock toward the steaming, hissing, pounding, roaring exploding surf. Slade smiled. Plenty of water, he said. But no food. Mr. Slade, there is absolutely no food on Earth now, and no possible way of getting food unless you want to stick around for a few million years. You think I came out here without a plan? Slade asked with some hostility. I don't know. You were desperate. As long as you're with me, I figure they might follow. But they won't rush me. They might even send over a copter, but it won't try anything, not with you here. Desperate? I'm not Desperate, and don't you forget it. Desperate. You don't think straight. Once is all. They can execute me. I stayed behind. They'd have done it. If they catch me, they'll do it. What's the difference? You said you had a plan. They reached the edge of a thrusting headland, an enormous beak shaped cliff of beetling black rock which leaned out over the young, still saltless ocean. Slade paced back and forth quickly with a powerful leonine grace until he found a fault in the rock. The fault tumbled jaggedly, steeply down almost to the edge of the sea. Down there, slade said. We'll follow the sea coast back to the prison. Back? Marcia said in disbelief. Hell yes, back. You said it yourself. There's no food out here. Since there ain't no life, of course there's no food. Oh, it's a great place for a prison, all right. Whoever thought of it ought to win a prize. A prison a billion years in the past. What's the word? Archaeozoic, she supplied. Yeah, Archaeozoic. An Archaeozoic prison. You can escape to your heart's content, but. But what the hell's the difference? There's no life back here. Not yet. The earth's just a baby. So you escape and you starve to death. It makes every maximum security jail before this one look like a kid's piggy bank. There hasn't ever been an escape, marcia said hopefully as they made their way down to the sea, she in front and Slade behind her with the M gun. There ain't never been a hostage before. No, There's a hostage now. Marshall Lawrence took a deep breath and asked suddenly, are you going to kill me? Hell, I don't know. I got no reason to. Unless you make me. We're going back there. We're double tracking along the beach. Get me back to the prison dome. But Adam Slade won't starve to death out here. We'll double back to the dome and the time machine. Oh, she said. They began to walk along the edge of the sea, its water sullen gray, mirroring the sky. Here on this dawn Earth, the sky has yet never been blue, for the primordial waters were still falling. Falling. It rained almost all the time, and the air was thick with moisture. And every night when the sun, as yet unseen by the dawn earth, except as an invisible source of light, went down and darkness came, the mists rolled in from the sea. In the morning, whether rains had fallen or not, the ground was soaked and tiny freshets rushed down to the sea, returning to it. Look out. He cried suddenly, and shoved her against the base of the cliff, which overlooked the water. The cliff top thrust out over them, umbrella wise. The base of the cliff was thus a concavity, and they pressed themselves against it now in a shadow. The waters of the infant sea were a hundred yards away, surging and booming against the rock. She heard it soon after he did. A helicopter. She wanted to scream. She wondered if they would hear her scream, but she looked at Adam Slade's face and did nothing. Soon the helicopter came buzzing low over them, searching. It circled a great many times because the abandoned tank was there. It circled and came down on the beach and two uniform figures got out. Now she really wanted to scream. One sound, one sound and they would hear her. One quick filling of the lungs and Adam Slade hit her suddenly and savagely, and the black loomed up at her, but she did not remember striking it. When she awoke, the helicopter was gone. Sorry. Had to poke you one, slade said. He did not seem sorry at all. He said it automatically and then, you ready to walk? She nodded. She got up and staggered a few steps before her legs steadied under her. Then, with Slade, she walked down along the rocky beach. This, she thought, was a story. It was the only big story she had ever had, and probably she would not live to write it. As a woman, she she was almost hysterical with fear. But as a videocaster, she was angry. The story was hers, if she lived to tell it. Then she had to live time. Prison. Sure, she thought, utterly. Escape proof. Unless someone like Slade could take a hostage, double back to the prison dome, the hermetically sealed dome, and somehow trick or overpower the guards who watched the time traveling machine outside the prison dome. Outside. Naturally it would be outside. That way the prisoners couldn't get at it. Unless, like Slade, they too were outside. Outside where life had not yet been born. Outside the infant earth let a man escape. What did his escape matter? He would live exactly as long as it took a man reasonably healthy to starve to death unless he had a hostage and a plan. She became aware of rain when they left the cliff overhang. There was almost no wind, and the rain came down slowly at first, huge slow drops which splattered on the black rock. If it gets any harder, Slade said, we'll have to duck under the cliff for protection. You don't know what a rain can be like back here. I seen them through the dome. But they couldn't go under the cliff for protection, not if they wanted to keep going, for the cliff dropped suddenly in a wild jumble of rocks. And then there was nothing but the sloping black beach sloping down to the sea. Then, all at once, someone opened the sluice gates and the rain bombarded them. It slapped and bounced off the rock like pistol shots. It struck them like hammer.
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12 months.
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Narrator (Prison of a Billion Years)
They staggered under its weight. We'll have to go back to the cliffs. Marcia cried. She yelled it again at the top of her voice because she realized Slade would not hear her otherwise. As the rain cracked and exploded and splattered and crashed. There were no droplets of water, for each one had the size and shape and weight. Swift, falling, hammering weight as it came down. Each one, Marcia thought wildly, struggling to keep her feet, was the size of your clenched fist that there in the gray dawn of earth. The cliffs. She cried again. But Adam Slade shook his head, grabbed her arm above the wrist, and pulled her after him. He pointed ahead in the direction they had been going. He said nothing. There was no need to talk. They were going forward, and if it killed them, probably Adam Slade did not care much. He wanted that prison time machine for his escape and he was either going to get it or die in the attempt. They went on slowly. First one would fall and then the other. And when it was Slade who had fallen, she would wait patiently, hopefully, if he ever released his hold on the M gun. But if it were Marcia who fell, Slade would yank her to her feet savagely, and yelling words which she had heard at first, but which after a while, after an eternity of the storm, seemed to merge with the sound of the rain and the far booming of thunder out over the water. And then, as if by magic, she was walking again and stumbling along with Slade, drenched and beaten and half drowned. She hardly remembered when night came, but presently she was aware of the darkness and the mist over the sea and over the rock and now engulfing them with its white ectoplasmic tendrils in the mist. She knew she could escape Slade, and yet she did not without Slade now, now in the middle of nowhere, there by the sea, on the shores of the young earth, she would die in the storm with Slade. At least for now was life. And she went on. The thunder followed them and came closer. In the middle of the night. It sounded like artillery at a distance of half a mile, like a barrage of big atomic shells just out of sight, behind a black ridge line which wasn't there, and through the deeper rain, wet darkness of early morning, through the mist, tearing the mist to tatters, shredding it, came the spears and forks and lances of lightning. It was, Marcia thought, a nightmare of a storm, and she must remember it, for it would make a story, a real story, if ever she lived to tell it. By morning, the air smelled of ozone. It reeked of ozone, and around them, as the gray light seeped out of the wet sky and the rain suddenly slackened as if the weak daylight dispelled it, the black rocks were blasted and broken where the lightning had struck. In the dawn's first light, another helicopter came. Get down. Slade shouted. And they dropped among the blasted black rocks, hiding there, not moving. The helicopter came on through the slackening rain, buzzing a few hundred feet over them but not circling. It was heading for the abandoned tank, Marsha thought it wasn't looking for them here. But suddenly the rain came down in all its savage force again, blinding, bounding off the rocks, pounding relentlessly overhead. The helicopter seemed to pause like a bird stricken in flight. The rotors whirled, a silver shield against the rain, the great drops splattering off the shield, and the helicopter came down under the weight of the rain. It landed a hundred and fifty yards from them, down the beach, and Marsha watched breathlessly while three men got out and looked at each other and at the rain. The dawn light was still only a dim gray, and Marsha could not see the men clearly. But abruptly a jagged spear of lightning blasted rock midway between where they were hiding and the helicopter. And in the afterglare, through the wet and almost crackling air, the men were very clear and clearer still when other lightning came down around them, ringing them in. It seemed like a tent. There was now so much lightning it looked more like an aurora than an electric storm. The dawn, earth before life, spending itself in fury. All at once. Marcia was running down toward the edge of the water where the helicopter was. She ran, screaming and shouting, but the thunder swallowed her puny voice. At every moment she expected Adam Slade to kill her, to merely stand up with the M gun and shoot her. But he did not, and perhaps her unconscious mind, in the instant she had fled, had instinctively known he would not. For if Adam Slade killed her, he had no hostage. If he killed her and they found him, he would have absolutely no chance. She turned and looked behind her. There was Slade, silhouetted against the lightning, running, covering the ground in huge strides, gaining on her. She did not look back again. The whole world was lightning and thunder, and her legs striking earth under her, up and down, up and down, pounding, running, fleeing, and the rain, Slade's ally, beating her, buffeting her, exploding against her. She stumbled and fell, but she was up and running again in a moment. Now Slade was very close, but the helicopter was close too. She did not think the men there had seen them yet. She waved her arms and screamed, although she knew the screams would not be heard. And then Slade was on her. They went down together, and she knew she was frail and helpless before his great strength. He grabbed her, his hands angry hands on her throat, and lightning struck. It bounded and bounced off rock a dozen feet from them. It shook the earth and blasted the rock, and pieces like shrapnel cluttered all around them and struck them too, and Marcia felt hot blood on her arm, and it was her own blood, but Slade had been momentarily stunned, and she was running again, away from him, but away from the helicopter too. At first she did not realize that, but when she did realize it, it was too late. If she doubled back now, she would rush into Slade's arms. She ran into the sea. It was suddenly, unexpectedly calm. It merely eddied around her ankles, as if waiting for something. The storm seemed to be wading too, lightning holding back the thunder stilled even the rain hanging there in the black, heavy sky, waiting. Slade came after her, stalking through the surf. A single bolt of lightning lanced down at them, and a great engulfing roar lifted Marcia, carried her, stunned her. And then the rain pelted down again, and the sea was an angry sea, and the air was supercharged with ozone. And another smell, like seared flesh. She saw Adam Slade then. Slade was down in a foot of water, face down. He was not moving, and the water lapped around him, over him. She went to him, walking slowly. The men from the helicopter were there, too. They had seen in that final flash of lightning. Are you all right, miss? One of them shouted. Yes, Slade. They turned him over. They looked at him. Dead, one of them said. Dead, she echoed. She would have collapsed, but they caught her. Then the rain really came down, not as it had come before, which was hard enough. It came in huge globes of water and. And each globe was as big as your head, and if it hit, it could stun you. Slade. Someone cried as the globes exploded violently in the surf around them. He's dead. He'll keep. And they went back to the helicopter with Marcia to await the end of the storm. There, when it was over, when the sky was not black but merely the color of lead, they returned down the beach for Slade's body. But Slade wasn't there. But he was dead. Marsha said incredulously. One of the men smiled. He didn't go any place under his own power. He was dead, all right. The storm took his body out to sea, is all. They stood there for a moment, gazing out across the black, troubled water of the infant ocean on the infant earth a billion years ago. Slade was out there. Slade dead. Out there with the tides and the waters and the frequent electric storms. Out there with a million bacteriological parasites on his dead body and in his dead body, which he brought with him. Marcia said dreamily, what are you talking about, miss? Out there in the electric dawn of earth with the bacteria which lived in his body as they lived in all other bodies out there with them. Dead food for them. Food and water and air heavy with ozone and the electric storms. Marsha laughed hysterically. It was a story she wanted to write, but she wouldn't write it. Slade was a killer condemned to die, But Slade, dead. Out there with his bacteria. Slade, evil to man and human society, but not necessarily evil in the implacable ways of nature, or perhaps grimly terribly evil, slayed out there dead on the bosom of the primordial waters. Slade back in time, a billion years before life had been born on Earth. She laughed hysterically as they led her away from the water. They slapped her face, gently at first, then harder. I'll be all right, she managed to say. She would be all right. She could live to forget it. But Slade out there. Slade. Slade fathering all life on earth. There in the sea with his dead body. Slade, who had sinned and was taken back here to die for his sins so that life could be born. Slade, whose first name was Adam. The end of prison of a Billion Years by C.H. timbs what's up baby?
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