Captain Future 26 - Earthmen No More (March 1951)

Captain Future 26 - Earthmen No More (March 1951) by Edmond Hamilton

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Authors: Edmond Hamilton
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Earthmen No More
    A Curt Newton Novelet
    From the January 1950 issue of Startling Stories
    by Edmond Hamilton
    When the Futuremen revived John Carey from his deep freeze, he wanted to go home — but where in space was home?

    Chapter 1: The Awakening
    STILL and cold in its lightless vault of bone, the brain stirred feebly. Slowly, slowly, it began to wake and remember — timeless memories, flowing across it in a dark inchoate tide from nowhere into nothingness.
    He was alone in space. Quite alone, floating, turning, drifting. He had no destination and he was in no hurry. He had lost the Sun and the planets. There were not even any stars.
    He did not worry. The dead do not insist on stars. He had forgotten how he came to die and he was glad.
    After a long while, far distant in the infinite night, he saw a tiny gleam. He regarded it without curiosity or fear and then he realized that some inexorable current had caught him and was sweeping him toward the light, hurling him at it in a swift relentless rush. He knew that he did not want to go to it — but there was no escape.
    The little point of light leaped and spread into a sun, a nova, a shattering glare. Terror overcame him. He clawed at the comforting darkness as it fled past but he could not hold onto it and it seemed to him that he could hear the small thin shrieking of his body against the void as it was sucked into the devouring brilliance.
    There was a face between him and the light, huge and awesome. He cried out but no sound came and then it was gone, the light, the face, even himself, swallowed up in the quiet night.
    Memories — the aloneness, the remembering, the timeless drift. A sound like the rustle of far-off surf that boomed louder and louder and became a voice speaking out of the heavens, saying, “Wake up, John Carey! Wake up!”
    And he thought he answered, “But I am dead.”
    How had he come to die?
    MEMORIES, groping, uncertain, coming faster, clearer, clothed in vivid color. A girl’s face, a girl’s red mouth saying, “Don’t go. Don’t go if you love me. You’ll never come back.”
    Men and a ship — a little ship, a frail and tiny craft, it seemed, for the long way it was going and the high dreams it had. Hard-faced iron-handed men, braver than angels and more hungry than they were brave, hungry for new worlds and the unknown things that lay beyond the mountains of the Moon, beyond the still canals of Mars, beyond the glittering deadly Belt.
    He remembered now the men and the ship, how they had gambled their lives against glory and lost. “We shot the Asteroids,” he muttered, in the silence of his mind. “Jupiter was there ahead of us, a big golden apple almost in our hands. I remember how the moons looked, swarming like bees around it. I remember...”
    The meteor — the tearing agony of metal, the last glimpse of horror in the ship before the air-burst took him with it into space, through the riven pilot-dome. The brief, bitter knowledge that this was death.
    “Dead,” he said again. “I’m dead.”
    The strange voice answered, “If you want to you can live again.”
    He thought about that. He thought about it for a long time in the darkness. To live again — the light and the warmth, the hunger and pain and hope, the wanting, the being able to want. He thought and he was not sure and then at last he whispered, “How? Tell me how!”
    “Open your eyes and come back, back where the light is. You were here before, don’t you remember? Open your eyes, John Carey!”
    He did or thought he did and there was nothing but mist, heavy darkling clouds of it. Far, far away he saw the gleam of light beyond him and he tried to grope toward it but the mists were very thick.
    “I can’t,” he moaned. “I’m lost.”
    Lost forever, in darkness and cold. “Come back!” cried the voice strongly. “Come back and live!”
    He heard the sound of a hand striking smartly against flesh. After a while he felt it. That

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