The Mastery Of Mind Over Matter
From: The Skylark Of Space
They descended rapidly, directly over a large and imposing city in the
middle of a vast, level, beautifully-planted plain. While they were
watching it, the city vanished and the plain was transformed into a
heavily-timbered mountain summit, the valleys falling away upon all
sides as far as the eye could reach.
"Well, I'll say that's SOME mirage!" exclaimed Seaton, rubbing his eyes
in astonishment. "I've seen mirages before, but never anything like
that. Wonder what this air's made of? But we'll land, anyway, if we
finally have to swim!"
The ship landed gently upon the summit, the occupants half expecting to
see the ground disappear before their eyes. Nothing happened, however,
and they disembarked, finding walking somewhat difficult because of the
great mass of the planet. Looking around, they could see no sign of
life, but they felt a presence near them--a vast, invisible something.
Suddenly, out of the air in front of Seaton, a man materialized: a man
identical with him in every feature and detail, even to the smudge of
grease under one eye, the small wrinkles in his heavy blue serge suit,
and the emblem of the American Chemical Society upon his watch-fob.
"Hello, folks," the stranger began in Seaton's characteristic careless
speech. "I see you're surprised at my knowing your language. You're a
very inferior race of animals--don't even understand telepathy, don't
understand the luminiferous ether, or the relation between time and
space. Your greatest things, such as the Skylark and your
object-compass, are merely toys."
Changing instantly from Seaton's form to that of Dorothy, likewise a
perfect imitation, the stranger continued without a break:
"Atoms and electrons and things, spinning and whirling in their dizzy
little orbits...." It broke off abruptly, continuing in the form of
"Couldn't make myself clear as Miss Vaneman--not a scientific
convolution in her foolish little brain. You are a freer type, DuQuesne,
unhampered by foolish, soft fancies. But you are very clumsy, although
working fairly well with your poor tools--Brookings and his
organization, the Perkins Cafe and its clumsy wireless telephones. All
of you are extremely low in the scale. Such animals have not been known
in our universe for ten million years, which is as far back as I can
remember. You have millions of years to go before you will amount to
anything; before you will even rise above death and its attendant
The strange being then assumed form after form with bewildering
rapidity, while the spectators stared in dumb astonishment. In rapid
succession it took on the likeness of each member of the party, of the
vessel itself, of the watch in Seaton's pocket--reappearing as Seaton.
"Well, bunch," it said in a matter-of-fact voice, "there's no mental
exercise in you and you're such a low form of life that you're of no use
on this planet; so I'll dematerialize you."
* * * * *
A peculiar light came into its eyes as they stared intently into
Seaton's, and he felt his senses reel under the impact of an awful
mental force, but he fought back with all his power and remained
"What's this?" the stranger demanded in surprise, "This is the first
time in history that mere matter--which is only a manifestation of
mind--has ever refused to obey mind. There's a screw loose somewhere."
"I must reason this out," it continued analytically, changing
instantaneously into Crane's likeness. "Ah! I am not a perfect
reproduction. This is the first matter I have ever encountered that I
could not reproduce perfectly. There is some subtle difference. The
external form is the same, the organic structure likewise. The molecules
of substance are arranged as they should be, as are also the atoms in
the molecule. The electrons in the atom--ah! There is the difficulty.
The arrangement and number of electrons, as well as positive charges,
are entirely different from what I had supposed. I must derive the
"Let's go, folks!" said Seaton hastily, drawing Dorothy back toward the
Skylark. "This dematerialization stunt may be play for him, but I don't
want any of it in my family."
"No, you really must stay," remonstrated the stranger. "Much as it is
against my principles to employ brute force, you must stay and be
properly dematerialized, alive or dead. Science demands it."
As he spoke, he started to draw his automatic pistol. Being in Crane's
form, he drew slowly, as Crane did; and Seaton, with the dexterity of
much sleight-of-hand work and of years of familiarity with his weapon,
drew and fired in one incredibly rapid movement, before the other had
withdrawn the pistol from his pocket. The X-plosive shell completely
volatilized the stranger and hurled the party backward toward the
Skylark, into which they fled hastily. As Crane, the last one to enter
the vessel, fired his pistol and closed the massive door, Seaton leaped
to the levers. As he did so, he saw a creature materialize in the air of
the vessel and fall to the floor with a crash as he threw on the power.
It was a frightful thing, like nothing ever before seen upon any world;
with great teeth, long, sharp claws, and an automatic pistol clutched
firmly in a human hand. Forced flat by the terrific acceleration of the
vessel, it was unable to lift either itself or the weapon, and lay
"We take one trick, anyway!" blazed Seaton, as he threw on the power of
the attractor and diffused its force into a screen over the party, so
that the enemy could not materialize in the air above them and crush
them by mere weight. "As pure mental force, you're entirely out of my
class, but when you come down to matter, which I can understand, I'll
give you a run for your money until my angles catch fire."
"That is a childish defiance. It speaks well for your courage, but ill
for your intelligence," the animal said, and vanished.
A moment later Seaton's hair almost stood on end as he saw an automatic
pistol appear upon the board directly in front of him, clamped to it by
bands of steel. Paralyzed by this unlooked-for demonstration of the
mastery of mind over matter, unable to move a muscle, he lay helpless,
staring at the engine of death in front of him. Although the whole
proceeding occupied only a fraction of a second, it seemed to Seaton as
though he watched the weapon for hours. As the sleeve drew back, cocking
the pistol and throwing a cartridge into the chamber, the trigger moved,
and the hammer descended to speed on its way the bullet which was to
blot out his life. There was a sharp click as the hammer fell--Seaton
was surprised to find himself still alive until a voice spoke,
apparently from the muzzle of the pistol, with the harsh sound of a
"I was almost certain that it wouldn't explode," the stranger said,
chattily. "You see, I haven't derived that formula yet, so I couldn't
make a real explosive. I could of course, materialize beside you, under
your protective screen, and crush you in a vise. I could materialize as
a man of metal, able to stand up under this acceleration, and do you to
death. I could even, by a sufficient expenditure of mental energy,
materialize a planet around your ship and crush it. However, these crude
methods are distasteful in the extreme, especially since you have
already given me some slight and unexpected mental exercise. In return,
I shall give you one chance for your lives. I cannot dematerialize
either you or your vessel until I work out the formula for your peculiar
atomic structure. If I can derive the formula before you reach the
boundaries of my home-space, beyond which I cannot go, I shall let you
go free. Deriving the formula will be a neat little problem. It should
be fairly easy, as it involves only a simple integration in ninety-seven
* * * * *
Silence ensued, and Seaton advanced his lever to the limit of his
ability to retain consciousness. Almost overcome by the horror of their
position, in an agony of suspense, expecting every instant to be hurled
into nothingness, he battled on, with no thought of yielding, even in
the face of those overwhelming mental odds.
"You can't do it, old top," he thought savagely, concentrating all the
power of his highly-trained mind against the intellectual monster. "You
can't dematerialize us, and you can't integrate above ninety-five
dimensions to save your neck. You can't do it--you're slipping--you're
all balled up right now!"
For more than an hour the silent battle raged, during which time the
Skylark flew millions upon millions of miles toward Earth. Finally the
stranger spoke again.
"You three win," it said abruptly. In answer to the unspoken surprise of
all three men it went on: "Yes, all three of you got the same idea and
Crane even forced his body to retain consciousness to fight me. Your
efforts were very feeble, of course, but were enough to interrupt my
calculations at a delicate stage, every time. You are a low form of
life, undoubtedly, but with more mentality than I supposed at first. I
could get that formula, of course, in spite of you, if I had time, but
we are rapidly approaching the limits of my territory, outside of which
even I could not think my way back. That is one thing in which your
mechanical devices are superior to anything my own race developed before
we became pure intellectuals. They point the way back to your Earth,
which is so far away that even my mentality cannot grasp the meaning of
the distance. I can understand the Earth, can visualize it from your
minds, but I cannot project myself any nearer to it than we are at
present. Before I leave you, I will say that you have conferred a real
favor upon me--you have given me something to think about for thousands
of cycles to come. Good-bye."
Assured that their visitor had really gone, Seaton reduced the power to
that of gravity and Dorothy soon sat up, Margaret reviving more slowly.
"Dick," said Dorothy solemnly, "did that happen or have I been
unconscious and just had a nightmare?"
"It happened, all right," returned her lover, wiping his brow in relief.
"See that pistol clamped upon the top of the board? That's a token in
remembrance of him."
Dorothy, though she had been only half conscious, had heard the words of
the stranger. As she looked at the faces of the men, white and drawn
with the mental struggle, she realized what they had gone through, and
she drew Seaton down into one of the seats, stroking his hair tenderly.
Margaret went to her room immediately, and as she did not return,
Dorothy followed. She came back presently with a look of concern upon
"This life is a little hard on Peggy. I didn't realize how much harder
for her it would be than it is for me until I went in there and found
her crying. It is much harder for her, of course, since I am with you,
Dick, and with you, Martin, whom I know so well. She must feel terribly
"Why should she?" demanded Seaton. "We think she's some game little guy.
Why, she's one of the bunch! She must know that!"
"Well, it isn't the same," insisted Dorothy. "You be extra nice to her,
Dick. But don't you dare let her know I told you about the tears, or
she'd eat me alive!"
Crane said nothing--a not unusual occurrence--but his face grew
thoughtful and his manner, when Margaret appeared at mealtime, was more
solicitous than usual and more than brotherly in its tenderness.
"I shall be an interstellar diplomat," Dorothy whispered to Seaton as
soon as they were alone. "Wasn't that a beautiful bee I put upon
Seaton stared at her a moment, then shook her gently before he took her
into his arms.
* * * * *
The information, however, did not prevent him from calling to Crane a
few minutes later, even though he was still deep in conversation with
Margaret. Dorothy gave him an exasperated glance and walked away.
"I sure pulled a boner that time," Seaton muttered as he plucked at his
hair ruefully. "It nearly did us.
"Let's test this stuff out and see if it's X, Mart, while DuQuesne's out
of the way. If it is X, it's SOME find!"
Seaton cut off a bit of metal with his knife, hammered it into a small
piece of copper, and threw the copper into the power-chamber, out of
contact with the plating. As the metal received the current the vessel
"It is X! Mart, we've got enough of this stuff to supply three
"Better put it away somewhere," suggested Crane, and after the metal had
been removed to Seaton's cabin, the two men again sought a
landing-place. Almost in their line of flight they saw a close cluster
of stars, each emitting a peculiar greenish light which, in the
spectroscope, revealed a blaze of copper lines.
"That's our meat, Martin. We ought to be able to grab some copper in
that system, where there's so much of it that it colors their sunlight."
"The copper is undoubtedly there, but it might be too dangerous to get
so close to so many suns. We may have trouble getting away."
"Well, our copper's getting horribly low. We've got to find some pretty
quick, somewhere, or else walk back home, and there's our best chance.
We'll feel our way along. If it gets too strong, we'll beat it."
When they had approached so close that the suns were great stars widely
spaced in the heavens, Crane relinquished the controls to Seaton.
"If you will take the lever awhile, Dick, Margaret and I will go
downstairs and see if we can locate a planet."
After a glance through the telescope, Crane knew that they were still
too far from the group of suns to place any planet with certainty, and
began taking notes. His mind was not upon his work, however, but was
completely filled with thoughts of the girl at his side. The intervals
between his comments became longer and longer until they were standing
in silence, both staring with unseeing eyes out into the trackless void.
But it was in no sense their usual companionable silence. Crane was
fighting back the words he longed to say. This lovely girl was not here
of her own accord--she had been torn forcibly from her home and from her
friends, and he would not, could not, make her already difficult
position even more unpleasant by forcing his attentions upon her.
Margaret sensed something unusual and significant in his attitude and
held herself tense, her heart beating wildly.
At that moment an asteroid came within range of the Skylark's watchful
repeller, and at the lurch of the vessel, as it swung around the
obstruction, Margaret would have fallen had not Crane instinctively
caught her with one arm. Ordinarily this bit of courtesy would have gone
unnoticed by both, as it had happened many times before, but in that
heavily-charged atmosphere it took on a new significance. Both blushed
hotly, and as their eyes met each saw that which held them spellbound.
Slowly, almost as if without volition, Crane put his other arm around
her. A wave of deeper crimson swept over her face and she bent her
handsome head as her slender body yielded to his arms with no effort to
free itself. Finally Crane spoke, his usually even voice faltering.
"Margaret, I hope you will not think this unfair of me ... but we have
been through so much together that I feel as though we had known each
other forever. Until we went through this last experience I had intended
to wait--but why should we wait? Life is not lived in years alone, and
you know how much I love you, my dearest!" he finished, passionately.
Her arms crept up around his neck, her bowed head lifted, and her eyes
looked deep into his as she whispered her answer:
"I think I do ... Oh, Martin!"
Presently they made their way back to the engine-room, keeping the
singing joy in their hearts inaudible and the kisses fresh upon their
lips invisible. They might have kept their secret for a time, had not
Seaton promptly asked:
"Well, what did you find, Mart?"
A panicky look appeared upon Crane's self-possessed countenance and
Margaret's fair face glowed like a peony.
"Yes, what did you find?" demanded Dorothy, as she noticed their
"My future wife," Crane answered steadily.
The two girls rushed into each other's arms and the two men silently
gripped hands in a clasp of steel; for each of the four knew that these
two unions were not passing fancies, lightly entered into and as lightly
cast aside, but were true partnerships which would endure throughout the
entire span of life.
* * * * *
A planet was located and the Skylark flew toward it. Discovering that it
was apparently situated in the center of the cluster of suns, they
hesitated; but finding that there was no dangerous force present, they
kept on. As they drew nearer, so that the planet appeared as a very
small moon, they saw that the Skylark was in a blaze of green light, and
looking out of the windows, Crane counted seventeen great suns,
scattered in all directions in the sky! Slowing down abruptly as the
planet was approached, Seaton dropped the vessel slowly through the
atmosphere, while Crane and DuQuesne tested and analyzed it.
"Pressure, thirty pounds per square inch. Surface gravity as compared to
that of the Earth, two-fifths. Air-pressure about double that of the
Earth, while a five-pound weight weighs only two pounds. A peculiar
combination," reported Crane, and DuQuesne added:
"Analysis about the same as our air except for two and three-tenths per
cent of a gas that isn't poisonous and which has a peculiar, fragrant
odor. I can't analyze it and think it probably an element unknown upon
Earth, or at least very rare."
"It would have to be rare if you don't know what it is," acknowledged
Seaton, locking the Skylark in place and going over to smell the strange
Deciding that the air was satisfactory, the pressure inside the vessel
was slowly raised to the value of that outside and two doors were
opened, to allow the new atmosphere free circulation.
Seaton shut off the power actuating the repeller and let the vessel
settle slowly toward the ocean which was directly beneath them--an ocean
of a deep, intense, wondrously beautiful blue, which the scientists
studied with interest. Arrived at the surface, Seaton moistened a rod in
a wave, and tasted it cautiously, then uttered a yell of joy--a yell
broken off abruptly as he heard the sound of his own voice. Both girls
started as the vibrations set up in the dense air smote upon their
eardrums. Seaton moderated his voice and continued:
"I forgot about the air-pressure. But hurrah for this ocean--it's
ammoniacal copper sulphate solution! We can sure get all the copper we
want, right here, but it would take weeks to evaporate the water and
recover the metal. We can probably get it easier ashore. Let's go!"
They started off just above the surface of the ocean toward the nearest
continent, which they had observed from the air.
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