"Any way. Go ahead."
Captain Wiley wiped his forehead. "We are from Earth, the third planet...."
The two god-like men seemed annoyed. They walked away, ignoring the Earthmen.
Captain Wiley spat. "All right, so they won't talk to us. Look at that city! Think of the things we can see there and tell the folks on Earth about! Why, we'll be heroes!"
"Let's go," said Parker, his voice quavering around the edges.
They walked toward a large, oval opening in a side of the field, a hole between mountainous, conical structures that seemed like the entrance to a street.
Suddenly breath exploded from Captain Wiley's lungs. His body jerked back. He fell to the blue stone pavement.
Then he scrambled erect, scowling, his hands outstretched. He felt a soft, rubbery, invisible substance.
"It's a wall!" he exclaimed.
The voice droned: