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And The Walls Came Tumbling Down

John Wyndham

Report No. 1. From Mantus, Commanding No. 8 Expeditionary Party (Sol 3), to Zennacus, C-in-C Vanguard Emigration Forces (Electra 4).

Sir,

Craft State: Fully serviceable 4; slightly damaged 1; lost in action 2.

Casualty State: Fit personnel 220; unfit 28; lost in action 102.

Present Position: 54/28/4 X 23/9/10-Sol 3.

Supply State: v. satisfactory. Equipment: satisfactory.

Morale: fair, improving.

Approach was made to Sol 3 at 28/11 (Electra 4 time). Signs of hostility were imme­diately encountered. Expe­dition withdrew without counter action. Approach made in other hemisphere. Signs of greater hostility encountered. Two ships were dis­inte­grated with all aboard. Third ship sustained minor fractures, ditto 28 crew, 2 lost. Expedition with­drew. Signs of hostility in all inhabited places visited. Conference was called. It was decided to set down in unin­habited area, if suitable. Very suitable posi­tion located after search. Expe­di­tion set down with­out inter­ference 34/12 at read­ing given. In con­sider­ation of hostility en­count­ered, con­struc­tion of a redoubt was commenced immediately.

Dear Zenn, the above is for the official record but even from that you may judge that this planet, Earth, is one hell of a spot. Just my damned luck to draw Party No. 8. Serves me right for behaving like an honest fool when I could as easily have fiddled the draw.

I'll never get any place on politics, I'm afraid — even if I ever do get back from this grotes­quely mis­conceived planet. I would sum it up as a dis­gusting and danger­ous dump with the potentialities of a para­dise.

To begin with the worse features — about two-thirds of the place is water­logged. This results in masses of suspended vapour for ever hang­ing about in its atmo­sphere. Imagine the gloomy effect of that for a start!

But it is almost worse when the main masses of vapour clear, for then the humid air gives to the whole sky a hid­eously ominous shade of blue. Not, of course, that one would expect the place to look like home but there does seem to be a kind of wanton per­versity over every­thing.

One would assume that develop­ment would take place in the most suit­able and salub­rious spots — but not here. The larger centres were not diffi­cult to dis­ting­uish from above, being clearly of arti­ficial con­struc­tion with marks (some form of commu­nica­tions?) radiating from them. And all were remarkably ill-situated.

As we steered close to one, we had thought our­selves unper­ceived, but on our approach it was clear that prepa­rations had been made against us. The defences were, indeed, already in action — with­out any attempt to inquire whether we came in good faith. One must assume from this that the inhabi­tants are of an abnor­mally suspi­cious or possibly a sheerly vicious dispo­sition.

Considering it possible that other parts of this world might be uninformed about us, we moved half­way round the planet before making another approach. Here the centres of habi­tation were more frequent and had a more orderly appearance, many of them being laid out in lattice form.

They proved, how­ever, to be even better defended, and over a con­sider­able range. Indeed, so accurate was their esti­mate that two unfortu­nate vessels were completely dis­inte­grated and another some­what fractured.

We in the other four felt our craft and our­selves shaken so much and sub­jected to such stress and tension that we thought the end had come for us also. Luck, how­ever, was with us and we were able to draw out to a safe dis­tance with the loss of only certain fragile but unim­por­tant objects.

After that we pro­ceeded with great caution to inves­tigate several other cities. We found every one of them em­battled against us.

We do not under­stand why the inhabi­tants should, with­out provo­cation or inquiry, turn weapons upon us in this way. We have been given no chance to explain that we come with peaceful intentions — nor indeed any chance to attempt commu­nica­tion at all. It is a very disap­point­ing and omi­nous climax to our long journey and it has depressed us.

I called a confer­ence to decide on our next move. The views aired there were not en­couraging. Every con­tri­bution to the debate endorsed that this planet is crazy beyond belief. Some com­pen­sations did emerge, how­ever.

The concentration of civili­zation in unsuitable spots — moist humid areas, often along­side large bodies of water — cannot be acci­dental though its purpose is obscure. But it does, quite absurdly, mean that the most hospi­table regions are with­out signs of life.

This observation, supported by several speakers, did much to raise our spirits. It was deci­ded to set down in one such spot and there to build a redoubt where we can live safely until we shall have dis­covered some means of commu­nica­ting with the in­habi­tants to assure them of our peace­able inten­tions.

This we have done at the posi­tion stated and I may explain the report on morale by saying that it has given every­one a great lift to be settled in a spot so rich, so lushly furnished with the good things of life. Imagine, if you can, an area composed almost entirely of silicates! This is sober fact. Never did I expect to see such a thing.

It is Eptus's opinion that the planet itself may consist almost entirely of sili­cates beneath the water and under a hid­eous green mould which covers most of the rest of its sur­face. It is diffi­cult to believe in such a wonder­ful thing as that, so I am accept­ing his view with caution for the present.

If it were true, how­ever, all our problems would be solved. A com­pletely new era would open for us since we would be justified in assum­ing that the other planets of the Sol system are simi­lar. In other words we should be able to report that we have found a whole system built of sili­cates in easily assimil­able form and inex­haust­ible in extent.

This remains to be inves­tigated and proved. It is not known to the rest of the company, who assume that this is a mere pocket delec­tably rich in sili­cates.

The exact site chosen lies between two large rocks, which will provide natural bastions to the north and south sides of the redoubt, making it un­neces­sary for us to do more — than build the east and west walls between them and roof the space thus enclosed.

This should take no great length of time. Sol is close enough to exert considerable force here. Several members of the party were imme­diately detailed to assim­ilate sili­cates until they were extended to the required shape and pattern.

They then arranged them­selves in a refractory for­ma­tion bearing upon a remarkably pure quart deposit. Fusing took place in quite a short time. Before long we had the material to make several furnace-lenses, and these are now fusing blocks of first-class boltik from the raw ingre­dients strewn all around us.

Since we set down we have seen nothing of the in­habi­tants, but several things lead us to suspect that the region, though neglected, is not entirely un­known to them. One is that a part of the ground surface has been hardened some­what as though an exceedingly heavy weight of some land had been dragged over it.

This mark lies in a line roughly east and west, passing between our two rocks. West­ward it conti­nues with­out feature for a great distance. To the east, how­ever, it shortly joins a broader mark evi­dently made by the traction of a still heavier object.

A little on our side of this junction stands a curious for­ma­tion which, by its regularity, we take to be artificial. It is made of an im­perm­anent fibrous material and bears apparently inten­tional markings. Thus:

DESERT ROAD

CARRY WATER

We do not understand the significance of this — if it has any.