THE THOUGHT-FEEDERS
By R. R. WINTERBOTHAM
(Author of "The Time Maker", "Status Quo", etc.)
High in the stratosphere the two pilots
encountered the living clouds and found out
what it meant to eat your words—literally!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Future combined with Science Fiction October 1941.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The inventor, Dr. Kempster Duerkes, was in his best spirits, which made him nearly as sparkling as a sphinx. His new airplane, the stratosphere scout, had risen from the ground eight miles in the air.
"It works!" he beamed in ecstasy, watching the altimeter.
"It's a neat job," admitted the pilot, Captain Lewis Hawes, condescendingly. Inventors were nice, but they were vastly over-rated. The men who flew the planes, not the men who built them, made all the discoveries in aviation.
"Neat job?" Dr. Duerkes frowned at the understatement. "My boy, it's perfection! The ship is faultless as the logic of the universe!"