The LAST Gentleman
By Rory Magill
Illustrated by TED SPEICHER
[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science Fiction January 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
No one knew, no one cared. For a great lethargy was overcoming the people and their only salvation was—
The explosion brought Jim Peters upright in bed. He sat there, leaning back on the heels of his hands, blinking stupidly at the wall. His vision cleared and he looked down at Myra, just stirring beside him. Myra opened her eyes.
Jim said, "Did you feel that?"
Myra yawned. "I thought I was dreaming. It was an explosion or something, wasn't it?"