The Omnimobile
I now come to the Omnimobile, the machine that Sam had designed with
a view to use in interplanetary navigation. He had worked on it, of
course, more to please me than for any other reason; and we both knew
that there was little chance of the machine's being able to make a
successful voyage through space.
On the day after the sun had been restored, Sam was back in his
laboratory, still feeling out the strange forces in the ether, and
trying to anticipate the next attack. I was wandering along the beach,
rejoicing in the bright warmth of the sun, absorbing the spell of the
wood and the sea and the fresh salty air, regretting that all of it
might be frozen again. There an idea came abruptly to me.
Why not build the Omnimobile?
Designed to withstand the bitter cold and the absolute vacuum of space,
planned to survive the shock of landing on frozen worlds, equipped to
traverse the terrible mountains of the moon, to crawl over the burned
deserts of Mars, or to explore the vast seas of Venus--even if it would
not be able actually to leave the earth, might it not preserve our
lives when the frozen night came again?
A bitter existence it might seem, to spend one's years shut up in a
metal cylinder, in a dark and frozen world, traveling, perhaps, in
absolute night, over still, unseen cities of the dead. But I had my
books--and the Green Girl! I could live on with that wonderful princess
of my dreams, and forget the doom of my kind! It seemed selfish to
think of it--but my love of the Green Girl was so great that I would
have given my all for her, even to dream of her!
When I reached the cottage I spoke to Sam of my idea, and he agreed
with an alacrity that surprised me. We tested the little model again,
and he made revisions and alterations in the design. In a few days we
began construction on the beach two hundred yards below the cottage.
There was no lack of funds, and we pushed the work with all speed. We
had a hundred workmen on the spot, and shops all over the country were
busy turning out the parts and instruments which were rushed to us by
air. I superintended the work myself, since Sam still spent most of his
time in the little laboratory, working with that mysterious force.
The Omnimobile, conceived and designed by Sam, would have been worthy
of a Jules Verne's creative mind, and the great adventure into which it
led us was far more weirdly amazing than any of those old wonder tales
to which I had so passionately devoted myself. Without the hydrodyne,
and a dozen other inventions of Sam's, the machine would have been
impossible. Certainly it merited the name Omnimobile, for it was hard
to imagine a place to which it would not be able to go.
The vessel was of a tapering cylindrical shape, ten feet in central
diameter, and forty-five feet long. The construction throughout was
of the strongest modern alloys of aluminum and beryllium. The hull
was ingeniously braced to enable it to withstand tremendous shocks or
immense pressure. The ship carried an equipment of hydrodyne generators
totalling more than five hundred thousand horse-power--an absurdly
large power plant, it seemed to me.
The machine had caterpillar tread for travel over-land or over the
ocean floor, screws for propulsion over the water, vanes and rudders
for diving, and another more unusual feature--rocket tubes to drive it
through air or through empty space! They were of Sam's invention, and
of novel design. They were loaded with water, and contained resistance
coils through which a tremendous current could be sent from the
generators, heating the special metal tubes to a temperature of some
thousands of degrees, and converting the water into super-heated steam
at enormous pressure, which, escaping at the nozzles, would propel the
ship by reaction.
According to Sam's figures, the machine should be able to hurl itself a
hundred miles in ten minutes, but it seemed very unlikely that it would
ever be able to develop the speed of seven miles per second required to
get clear of the earth's gravitation.
Amidships, above the control cabin, was a low revolving turret, or
conning-tower, containing a second instrument board, so that the
machine could be driven either from there or from below. It carried not
only periscopes and other instruments, but a two-inch automatic cannon,
of a recent design, capable of firing gas, shrapnel, or high-explosive
shells at the rate of two hundred and twenty per minute. There was a
small torpedo tube forward; and, as a further addition to the armament,
Sam had installed transformer and projectors for using the half-million
horse-power of the generators to produce a vast electric arc.
Arrangements for the life and comfort of the passengers were not
lacking. There were oxygen tanks and caustic potash containers to
purify the air. The walls were provided with heat insulation, and the
temperature was automatically controlled by electricity. The control
room below the conning-tower, with the instruments at one end, was
fitted up like a luxurious little library. Forward was the tiny galley
and dining room, aft, a miniature stateroom. The remarkably compact
generators and machinery were in a compartment in the stern. There was
a space in the bow for supplies of concentrated food, spare parts for
the machinery, arms and ammunitions, and miscellaneous supplies.
So fast did the building proceed that, within three months after the
day of darkness, the last plane of the construction fleet was gone. We
began to supply the vessel at once. Sam selected the foodstuff, and
had enough put on board to last us for many years. We had a supply
of ammunition for the machine gun, and an assortment of rifles and
pistols. Sam had a little corner fitted up for a laboratory, and
stocked with instruments and apparatus of all varieties. In the cabin
I put the better part of my collection of the old romances. We were
preparing a little world of our own, getting ready to be cut off from
civilization, forever!
Last of all, Sam set up on board of our craft the great machine with
which he had battled the strange force in the ether to bring back the
sun. He had not given up. I knew that, even if he saw no hope, he would
not surrender so long as he lived. He would carry on the war to the end.
As it stood on the beach below the cottage, the Omnimobile was a
strange-looking machine. Gleaming like silver in the bright sunshine
of those last days, it looked like a vast metal monster. It was bulky,
almost clumsy looking; but it had somehow the air of an irresistible
strength that could force a way through forests and surmount mountain
peaks. In its resistless power, it suggested the old saurian lords
of the jungle. With its low, thick body, and the massive strength of
its construction, there seemed little doubt that it might go almost
anywhere it chose, and be able to take care of itself upon arrival.
The last day came. For two weeks we had been ready to move aboard
whenever the alien force brought the frozen night again to earth. I had
been living in it, while Sam spent most of his time in the laboratory.
I whiled the time away by wandering on the beach, bathing in the surf,
or dreaming idly. I tried to believe I did not care too much. I tried
to think I could go on serenely, the last man alive, forgetting the
dead earth--happy in my dreams of the Green Girl!