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A brooding atmosphere seemed to rest over the scene as twenty vac-suited figures stepped from the two ships toward the black cave mouth at the nearest cliff’s base. A ridiculously tiny sun overhead barely dispelled a deep gloom in the miniature valley. Age-old, untouched by natural life, the ancient surroundings were an utterly alien motif against an unfamiliar blue-black sky.
Shelton cautiously led his party to the side of the cave mouth, approaching it along the cliff face. Traft’s giant figure followed him eagerly, convinced it was a pirate’s nest that must be cleaned out. Myra Benning’s smaller form was at his back, flanked by Ranger men, ready for any emergency. Shelton had told them the salient points about the whole affair.
Stooping, they were able to gain the high lip of the cave and crouch behind it. Then, carefully, heads were raised and eyes peered through visors into the cave. There was not much to be seen except that it was huge and stretched out interminably. Deep shadows hung on all sides, obscuring detail.
“See anything, men?” asked Shelton, his audio-vibrator carrying his voice to all of them.
A series of negatives was his response, and Shelton felt a queer sense of disappointment.
“There is something in that cave!” Myra Benning’s voice was low, half breathless. “I can’t see anything, but I can feel it! Something is waiting there, waiting – “
Eando Binder, The Impossible World (Startling Stories, March 1939)
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“…I still can’t make any sense of the white area. It starts at an absolutely sharp-edged boundary, and shows no surface detail at all. It could even be a liquid – it’s flat enough. I don’t know what impression you’ve got from the videos I’ve transmitted, but if you picture a sea of frozen milk you’ve got the idea exactly.
“It could even be some heavy gas – no, I suppose that’s impossible. Sometimes I get the feeling that it’s moving, very slowly; but I can never be sure…
“…I’m over the white area again, on my third orbit. This time, I hope to pass closer to that mark I spotted at its very centre, when I was on my way in. If my calculations are correct, I should go within fifty miles of it – whatever it is.
“…Yes, there’s something ahead, just where I calculated. It’s coming up over the horizon – and so is Saturn, in almost the same quarter of the sky. I’ll move to the telescope…
“Hello! – it looks like some kind of building – completely black – quite hard to see. No windows or any other features. Just a big, vertical slab – it must be at least a mile high to be visible from this distance…”
Arthur C Clarke, 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)
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..."How come this gravity, Brain? I weigh about a hundred right now, I figure, and that’s too much, by plenty. Iapetus isn’t a quarter the size of our moon.”
"It’s supposed to have a core of heavy radioactive metals,” said Morley, thoughtfully, "and a corresponding high density. Keeps it warm anyway, instead of a big icicle, like Phoebe.”
"Phoebe!” Madsen laughed. "I remember, back in ’89 — ” He stopped abruptly at a rattling from the ledge. A green, little lizard-like creature was scrambling frantically over the granite, while hot in pursuit were three — spiders? Black, they were, a black like living velvet, and incredibly fast as they closed in, beady stalked eyes fastened on their prey. They were deliberately herding the desperate lizard toward a cleft in the rock. As the creature leaped into the opening, another spider dove at it from the recess. The others closed in…
...In a matter of minutes Spaceboat 6 was out of sight. With Madsen leading, they threaded their way through the scant undergrowth. Underfoot the dry, broadbladed grass rustled through a morning that had no beginning or end. Farther away were other and less easily explained rustlings, and once both men froze as a half-dozen of what looked like baby dragons arrowed past within yards of them.
"Formation flying, like ducks,” muttered Morley, watching from the corner of his eye.
When the whispering of scaled wings had died away, the castaways resumed their steady plodding into the south. Twice they crossed small fresh water brooks, providing a welcome opportunity to drink their fill, and replenish the canteens. The going was easy, since the footing was in fairly dense soil, and the scrub was not so thick as to provide any difficulties. After eight hours of nearly continuous travel, they reached the banks of a third stream. Here Madsen stopped, and dropped his knapsack to the ground…
D W Barefoot, Morley's Weapon (Planet Stories, March 1954)
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…he walked towards a silent watcher, a humanoid figure, one of a half-dozen visible on the sides of the pass.
The figure looked not much different from a tall, strangely-attired Earthman. He wore a black-green leathery suit, a dark shapeless hat, and what looked like boxing gloves. The air pressure up at this height was far too low for Seth Hurst to breathe, yet the Iapetan wore no helmet, his face open to the sky.
As he approached, Seth scrutinised the man’s neck but saw no translator tube. But it hardly seemed worth the trouble to worry about communication – was not everything being taken care of?
The problem was indeed resolved when Seth halted two yards from the Iapetan who then spoke in Tsvairp, the harsh though splendid tongue of the Titanic blowpots, which – minus the whistle – had acquired currency as the lingua franca of the Saturnian moons.
High-pitched due to the thinness of the air, yet projected with sufficient force to be clear, the meaning of the greeting was unmistakable. Seth like the first word – pity about the rest of the sentence.
“Welcome! Another Earthman-volunteer from the Great World, sent here to the summits of Khurrn, to participate in our experiments…”
Robert Gibson, The Arc of Iapetus (J M Greer and Zendexor, eds., Vintage Worlds 3 (2020))
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Nearly an hour later June, who had been walking around the
edge of the lake bed, noticed that the muddy ground began to boil and stir.
“Tom! Dad!” she shouted. “There’s an earthquake or something out here!” She
started back toward the house, but stopped in petrified amazement. There was a
loud, liquid “pop,” and a dripping head emerged from the mud almost at her
feet. Before she had time to take in this phenomenon, another head, and
another, popped up, until the entire lake bed was dotted with them.
“Frogs!” exclaimed Tom, who had just come up with his father.
“Frogs, nothing!” June objected. “Look!”
As the three watched, the strange creatures pulled themselves from the sticky
mud, chattering delightedly. The astonished Tarrants noted that, covered with
mud though they were, they were distinctly human. The Japetans, of whom there
were two or three hundred, gazed in wonder at the dusty, cloudless sky. Then
they caught sight of the sprays of water shooting upward from the rows of
pipes. Expertly paddling through the mud on huge flat, webbed feet, they
examined the sprinklers in astonishment.
Then, evidently recalled to themselves by a sharp order from the leader, they
all wheeled toward the striped yellow bulk of Saturn, stared steadfastly a
moment, and abruptly turned their backs to it. Next, in perfect unison, they
raised their left arms and, ducking their heads sidewise, solemnly peered from
under their lifted arms at the great planet. There was something so
inexpressibly droll in the solemnity with which these strange little folk
performed their ridiculous rite, that the three watchers burst into shouts of
laughter.
Abruptly the Japetans whirled in their direction, stared in stupefaction, and
fell prostrate in the mud. Jim Tarrant, long used to dealing with natives of
many worlds, stepped to the edge of the lake bed and began speaking in quiet,
reassuring tones. Fearfully the little people (the largest were hardly five
feet tall) rose and stood still, knee-deep in the ooze. Then, reassured by the
friendly smiles of the visitors, and overcome with curiosity, they climbed from
the lake bed and surrounded them, chattering and jabbering in excitement. They
pointed to the water and then to the Tarrants, who nodded vigorously.
The natives immediately broke into ludicrous, flat-footed capers, dancing round
and round the Earth-people, who were gasping with laughter. They peered with
awe at the synthesizer, but refused to enter the shed. When Tom turned off the
water, they broke into loud wails, instantly silenced when he turned it on
again tor a moment. Jim finally broke up the rejoicings by pointing to the
silent village on the other side of the lake. Instantly they halted their wild
gyrations and, beckoning eagerly to their visitors, plunged into the mud and
began paddling across to the far shore...
John M Taylor, Beings of the Ooze (Science Fiction, March 1941)
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Comment from contributor Lone Wolf:
…the author writes "Japetus" and
"Japetans" - they are written this way in the original text. It's a
funny little story, but with a lot of background developed, and it's a pity
that there isn't more of it or some other stories in the same universe.
Comment from Zendexor:
I remember reading a newspaper report of one of the Voyager encounters with the Jovian system, in which a journalist referred to "Satellite 10" by which I realized he meant Io! Such are the risks of using capital 'i' in sans-serif fonts. Really it's a pity I didn't decide to call Iapetus "Japetus" when starting this website; it's a bit late to reform it now. But I shall try to remember to serif the I when the opportunities presents themselves.
“…This stuff is after me and I can’t get back to the boat!”
Arne leaped through the control-room, shot down the tiny elevator, ran out between empty fuel tanks.
Hugo was a hundred yards away, facing the boat but walking backward. He was backing up from something. Arne didn’t see what it was at first. All he could see was the substance of Japetus, a black material seamed with silvery streaks. But Hugo kept backing away and firing his heatgun at the ground.
Then Arne realized that the ground was moving! Blocks of it had detached themselves from the surface in chunks and were jerking along toward Hugo like huge pebbles in a vibrating screen.
“Great moons of Mars!” Arne roared. “The stuff’s alive!”
…The chunks were without eyes or ears or heads or legs. They rocked along, moving slowly but with increasing speed. Before long the whole plain was advancing on them.
Hugo’s face had grown white.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I think I know,” said Arne. “That stuff is a type of animated coal… I’ve seen samples… in the Interplanetary Museum.”
Noel Loomis, Rocket Pants (Thrilling Wonder Stories, Spring 1946)
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