Then a voice began to speak.
Here and there upon this earth are fields where men, looking backward, say, "Here history was made. Because of what happened here, a new world came into being."
There is a pass in Greece, a field in France, a backyard in Holland. There are fields in America too.
There is a field two million years in the future!
Dawn world or dusk world?
The sun went down the western sky. Its rays were flung over the group clustered around the globe, over the listening men, who stared quickly at each other, then away, then stole a glance at Garth, leaning against that globe. Over the frightened, clinging, awed girls, who listened too.
In the air was a voice. It came from the sphere. It went directly to the minds of the listeners, whispered as a thought current in their brains, whispered as a ghost moving among the nerve endings. The voice said:
"Thus the human race reached its goal. There were not many of us left, a few hundred only. We had reached the point where mental activity alone interested us.... Then our last genius invented what we can only describe to you as a perfect brain. It was a substance that would absorb and retain mental impulses. It would absorb and retain our mental impulses. In effect, then, it would become us.