This Island Earth Page #5

of great amounts of atomic energy.

And you're running out. That's

why you were sent to Earth.

And why you sent for us. You need

uranium. In gigantic quantities.

Our own deposits

are exhausted.

As our power diminishes,

our protection fails.

That's enough.

Normal view.

Entering ionized layer.

Metaluna.

Brack, remove the equipment of

our two doctors to turbine center.

Have it all set up

for immediate use.

Oh, Brack, I'm sure

personnel will need everyone.

Have the crew report

immediately for reassignment.

Now we must report

to the Monitor.

Step in!

Our means of interior

transportation.

Before the war forced us

to move inside our planet,

these tubes covered

the surface of our Earth.

Our educational complexes,

now rubble.

Over there was

a recreation center.

This way.

The Monitor's structure.

Welcome, Exeter. Observed your

flight. Almost counted you lost.

Your Earth creatures.

Dr. Adams, Dr. Meacham.

The Monitor, supreme

head of our government.

Regrettable there is no time for

amenities. I am certain your minds...

have difficulty grasping this

transition from Earth to Metaluna.

I've given them as much

indoctrination as possible.

Then you know that shortly

we can expect Zahgon

to commence and sustain

an all-out attack.

Our ionization layer must be

maintained until our relocation...

is effected. Relocation? To where?

To your Earth.

A peaceful relocation.

We hope to live in harmony...

- With the citizens of your Earth.

- In harmony!

Our knowledge and weapons would

make us your superiors naturally.

Then why haven't your superior brains

solved the problem of synthesizing uranium?

Most of our scientists

are dead,

our major laboratories

destroyed.

The war has reduced our

population to a mere handful.

That is true, Meacham. It is indeed

typical that you Earth people...

refuse to believe in the superiority

of any world but your own.

Children looking into

a magnifying glass,

imagining the image you see

is the image of your true size.

Our true size

is the size of our God.

Do you still insist, Exeter,

that we can allow any of these

Earth creatures to have free minds?

I do.

I know them.

I've lived with them.

You have wasted our time.

Take them to the thought

transference chamber.

Please come with me.

I'm afraid

you have no choice.

Interocitor control,

hear me.

lonization failing

at prime sector.

Use emergency power

and repel attack.

Power transfer

will begin immediately.

Our Zahgon friends seem to be hitting

this prime sector quite regularly.

Is that where it is?

In there?

My mind is my own and

nobody's gonna change it.

I'm not going into that

room! Nobody is. Come on!

I'm sorry.

I'd hoped to have prepared you

somewhat beforehand. This is a mutant.

For ages to do menial work.

They're similar to insect

life on your own planet.

Larger, of course, with a

higher degree of intelligence.

This one has been given orders to guard

this corridor as long as we're here.

I beg of you, go inside.

Cooperate voluntarily.

I give you my word you will not be

harmed or your minds changed in any way.

You'd defy the Monitor? I already have!

Do you believe him, Cal? In this place,

I wouldn't believe my grandmother.

Come on!

The travel car! Come

on! Where are we going?

The spaceship.

It's safer there.

Don't you understand?

Let it happen now.

Meacham! Ruth!

Stand back, Exeter.

Meacham, believe me,

I want to help you.

Time is short.

Get into the car!

He appears badly hurt.

Stay close to me.

Stand back.

I command you:

stand back!

Cal!

Are you badly hurt?

I'll be all right.

Close off all hatches.

Control room, quick!

I'm all right.

Ruth, activate

the stellarscope.

Right control,

Our ionization layer

has failed completely.

Will we be able

to get out?

Depends on the amount

of energy we have left.

If we have to ward off any heavy

Zahgon attacks, I don't know.

That may be

the last of them.

Yes, they're concentrating

all their attention on Metaluna.

Those flashes of light,

they're meteors.

Hundreds of them.

The intense heat is turning

Metaluna into a radioactive sun.

The temperature must be

thousands of degrees by now.

A lifeless planet.

And yet... yet still serving

a useful purpose, I hope.

Yes, a Sun, warming the

surface of some other world,

giving light to those

who may need it.

Now, into

the converter tubes.

Ruth, you take the first

tube. You, the next.

What about you?

I'll use the third tube.

Exeter, are these tubes

strong enough to keep him out?

Possibly.

He's bleeding badly.

In a very few moments,

the pressure should destroy him.

Run, Ruth, run!

Our speed is diminishing. We're

now in the atmosphere of Earth.

Your plane is where you

left it:
in the cargo hold.

A conventional way for you

to return to Earth, I admit,

But perhaps

the most practical.

Where are

you going?

Our universe is vast,

full of wonders.

I'll explore, perhaps

find another Metaluna,

a place inhabited by

beings not unlike myself.

You see, I'm more adventurous

than you imagined me.

Exeter,

you're a liar.

You've used all your power

bringing us here.

Even if you had a place to

go, you couldn't make it.

Come with us.

We'll heal your wounds.

I'm afraid my wounds

can never be healed.

You've things

to teach us.

Thank you.

We're over your Earth now. It's

time for you to go. Farewell.

Home. Thank God it's still here.

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