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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Various
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These
were
the
men
who
had
been
imprisoned
in
their
youth,
with
Axelson's
father,
and
had
escaped
and
made
their
way
into
space,
and
had
been
supposed
dead
long
since.
Somewhere
they
must
have
survived.
And
here
they
were,
speaking
a
jargon
of
past
generations,
and
ignorant
that
the
world
had
changed,
relics
of
the
past,
dead
as
the
dead
Moon
from
which
the
black
ship
was
winging
away
through
the
ether.
"Don't
go,
Captain,"
pleaded
Madge.
"Tell
him
we'll
all
go
together."
Nat
shook
his
head.
"Maybe
I'll
be
able
to
make
terms
with
him,"
he
answered,
and
stepped
out
upon
the
vessel's
deck.
The
graybeard
slammed
the
door
and
laughed
savagely.
"You'll
make
no
terms
with
the
Black
Caesar,"
he
said.
"This
is
the
reign
of
the
proletariat.
The
bourgeois
must
die!
So
Lenin
decreed!"
But
he
stopped
suddenly
and
passed
his
hand
over
his
forehead
like
a
man
awakening
from
a
dream.
"Surely
the
proletariat
has
already
triumphed
on
earth?"
he
asked.
"A
long
time
has
passed,
and
daily
we
expect
the
summons
to
return
and
establish
the
new
world-order.
What
year
is
this?
Is
it
not
2017?
It
is
so
hard
to
reckon
on
Eros."
"On
Eros?"
thought
Nat.
"This
is
the
year
2044,"
he
answered.
"You've
been
dreaming,
my
friend.
We've
had
our
new
world-order,
and
it's
not
in
the
least
like
the
one
you
and
your
friends
anticipated."
"Gott!"
screamed
the
old
man.
"Gott,
you're
lying
to
me,
bourgeois!
You're
lying,
I
tell
you!"
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