The Monolith Monsters
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- 1957
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From time immemorial,
the Earth has been bombarded
Bits and pieces
of the universe,
piercing our atmosphere in
Meteors, the shooting stars
on which so many
earthly wishes have been born.
Of the thousands
that plummet toward us,
the greater part
are destroyed in a fiery flash
as they strike the layers
of air that encircle us.
Only a small percentage
survives.
Most of these fall into the water,
which covers two-thirds of our world.
But from time to time,
from the beginning of time,
a very few meteors have struck the
crust of the Earth and formed craters.
Craters of all sizes,
by scientists of all nations
for the priceless knowledge
buried within them.
In every moment of every day,
they come,
from planets
belonging to stars
whose dying light
is too far away to be seen.
From infinity they come.
Meteors.
Another strange calling card from
the limitless reaches of space.
Its substance unknown,
its secrets unexplored,
the meteor lies dormant
in the night, waiting.
Ben?
Who's that? Mr. Cochrane?
Yeah.
Come on in.
Looking for Dave?
Mmm-hmm.
Haven't seen him around
in a couple of days.
Is everything all right? Sure.
He had to go to Bakersfield, that's
all. He'll be back tomorrow sometime.
Weird, isn't it?
What's it called?
Beats me. I haven't even
figured out what the stuff is.
Where'd it come from?
The old San Angelo Road.
There's a whole flock
of it out there.
Lava, maybe?
No, it's a solid.
You can see strata,
if you look closely.
They must've skipped
this one in college.
Well, either that, or you slept
through one class too many.
Yeah, it'll probably turn out
to be an ordinary aggregate,
something simple
I'm unfamiliar with.
Still, somehow, it just doesn't
seem to belong, you know?
The desert's full of
things that don't belong.
Take the salt flats out there,
used to be an ocean bed.
Now, that ocean knew
that the middle of the desert
was a pretty silly place for it to
be, so it just dried up and went away.
But if it hadn't
been there once,
there wouldn't be
a salt mine out there now.
Without that, there probably
wouldn't even be a town.
Then there's me.
You?
I don't belong here either.
I never did.
San Angelo needs a newspaper like that
desert needs another bucket of sand.
Now, I ask you,
what good is a newspaperman
in a place like this, when nothing
ever happens worth writing about?
Say,
maybe I ought to be a geologist
like you and Dave, huh?
I've been stuck here
among rocks so long,
all I'd need is a refresher
course and I bet I'd be all right.
No, you stick
to your newspaper.
Who knows? Maybe I've just
discovered something new here.
And you can write a
world-shattering article about it.
I doubt if there's
even anything new, Ben.
A few things we haven't understood
yet, but nothing that's really new.
Morning.
Ben.
Hey, Ben.
Hi, this is Dave Miller. Is
Miss Barrett still at school?
She took the kids where?
The desert?
Isn't she afraid they'll roast
out there on a day like this?
No, I'll call her at home.
Thanks.
Ben!
Ben.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
What is this, a field
trip or a riot? Goodness.
That's better.
Now, I want you all
to remember
not to touch anything
that you don't recognize,
and I don't want anyone
wandering too far from the car.
Do you understand?
Mmm-hmm.
Okay, explode.
Find something, Ginny?
Lizards.
Do they live there
together, Miss Barrett?
Well, why don't you ask them?
Maybe they're husband and wife.
Lizards don't get married,
do they?
Well, maybe not the same way
that people do.
Maybe they just like to be
together, like you and Mr. Miller.
Well, yes, I suppose so.
Why don't you
and Mr. Miller get married?
Why, Ginny!
Well, gee, you love him, don't you?
Whatever gave you
such an idea?
The way you look at him when
he stops for you at school.
Mother looks at Daddy
like that and she loves him.
You don't miss much, do you?
I like Mr. Miller.
Well, confidentially, so do I.
Miss Barrett.
Bye.
Bye!
Bye, Miss Barrett.
Bye, Ginny.
Thanks, Miss Barrett.
Hello, Mrs. Simpson.
Hi.
Hi, yourself. Have fun?
Uh-huh. Miss Barrett taught us
all about the irrigation dam,
and the San Angelo Canyon,
and we saw some lizards...
Whoa there! What's this?
It's from the desert.
That's where it stays.
Outside.
Mom, it's a souvenir.
Well, I can live without dirty old
souvenirs messing up my clean house.
Oh, Mom.
And your hands could stand
a good washing off.
Hurry up, now.
Supper's almost on the table.
Okay.
Ginny, we're waiting.
Just a sec, Mom.
Young lady, get in here
right now. Yes, ma'am.
I've never known an autopsy
to take this long before.
Dan, I've just called the
Medical Research Institute.
I'm shipping Ben's body
to them in the morning.
Why, Doc?
They might be able to tell us
what happened to him. I can't.
At first I thought it
could have been scleroderma,
an extreme hardening
of the skin.
But his entire body, organs,
skin, muscle tissue, everything,
he's been welded
into a solid mass.
Doc, you must have
found something.
That'd lead me to the cause?
Yes.
Not a thing, David.
There's nothing to go on.
It's not as if he'd been ill,
shown symptoms...
An intern with wet ears could've
told you as much as I been able to.
It'll take a specialist
to tell you any more.
I'm sorry.
What am I supposed to print?
Well, you can't print
anything. Not about this.
Can't print?
Look, I was a friend
of Ben's, too.
I'm just as sorry this
happened to him as anybody.
But I'm a newspaperman
and this is news.
All right, go ahead. And just what
do you think you can say about it?
"Local geologist
turns to rock.
"Autopsy fails
to turn up reason. "
You'd have the whole town
in a panic,
thinking some horrible disease
is running loose.
It's a funny thing.
Last time I saw Ben, he was kidding
about making a new discovery,
so I'd have
something to print.
Well, he came up with a story,
all right.
But if I print it, I get run
out of town for inciting a riot.
Or maybe for writing a crackpot
yarn nobody'd believe anyway.
I think there's more to this than just Ben.
What do you mean? The
condition the lab was in.
Something tore it to pieces,
almost wrecked it.
An explosion, wasn't it?
Well, if so, it had nothing
to do with Ben's death.
There weren't any flash burns
on the body,
no signs of exposure
to a blast of any kind.
It may have happened before,
Dave, or even afterwards.
I don't think it was an
explosion. What are you getting at?
This stuff. It was all over the wreckage.
But I don't know what it is.
Well, that's the rock I told
you Ben brought in yesterday.
Or one like it.
You told us one piece.
Yeah.
Wait a minute. The lab's covered with
it. There must be hundreds of pounds.
How'd it get there?
May I see that?
Today out in the desert,
one of my children picked up
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