One signal and one manipulation, and the Aerocar described the first motion. A second signal and manipulation, and it described the other.
"Now we will ascend, first by the reverse angle and then by the perpendicular."
Again the signals and again the manipulations, and again the exact movements through space.
"If your flying machine and airship builders could do that, what would your people think?"
"That the world had been revolutionized."
"But the world will not be thus revolutionized until science is freed of gross materialism and human aspiration becomes something higher than selfish greed, commercialism, war, conquest, opulence, and the despotisms they engender. You must expel all the gods with whom you most closely commune, before you may commune with the true God or Supreme Principle of the Universe."
In the meantime the Curator's Aerocar had rejoined its consorts, and we floated away to the northeast, where a great semicircle of mountains were dimly outlined, and then descended upon a city looking like a pearl in a semicircular valley, bisected by a broad river, spanned with bridges at short intervals as far as the vision reached.
With my watch I had timed the voyage. It had lasted two hours and thirty minutes.
"How far have we traveled?" I inquired of Remo.
"One thousand of your miles."