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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: conical-nosed, eight-foot projectiles for some giant gun.
In slow procession the things moved in single file along
a grooved track. A half dozen attendants assisted passengers
to enter, or directed these carriers to their proper destination.
Vas Kor approached one that was empty. Upon its nose was
a dial and a pointer. He set the pointer for a certain
station in Greater Helium, raised the arched lid of
the thing, stepped in and lay down upon the upholstered
bottom. An attendant closed the lid, which locked with a
little click, and the carrier continued its slow way.
Presently it switched itself automatically to another track,
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
