August 25, 2018

Ray Bradbury - February 2002: The Locusts

The Martian Chronicles

The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmitted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke. And from the rockets ran men with hammers in their hands to beat the strange world into a shape that was familiar to the eye, to bludgeon away all the strangeness, their mouths fringed with nails so they resembled steel-toothed carnivores, spitting them into their swift hands as they hammered up frame cottages and scuttled over roofs with shingles to blot out the eerie stars, and fit green shades to pull against the night. And when the carpenters had hurried on, the women came in with flowerpots and chintz and pans and set up a kitchen clamor to cover the silence that Mars made waiting outside the door and the shaded window.

In six months a dozen small towns had been laid down upon the naked planet, filled with sizzling neon tubes and yellow electric bulbs. In all, some ninety thousand people came to Mars, and more, on Earth, were packing their grips. . . .

Previous Martian Stories:

  1. January 1999: Rocket Summer
  2. February 1999:  Ylla
  3. August 1999: The Summer Night
  4. August 1999: The Earth Men
  5. March 2000: The Taxpayer
  6. April 2000: The Third Expedition
  7. June 2001:  And The Moon Be Still As Bright
  8. August 2001: The Settlers
  9. December 2001: The Green Morning

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