By: John Buchan

“Space is not an empty homogeneous medium…”

By: J. Schlossel

They came in countless hordes.

By: John Buchan

“I mean just empty, void, nothing but blank aether.”

By: J. Schlossel

It had not been blind chance that had steered this body toward the solar system.

By: John Buchan

“Wasn’t he some sort of mathematical professor?”

By: J. Schlossel

The suns grow old and die.

By: Lilith Lorraine

“The last stand of the old savage instincts…”

By: Lilith Lorraine

No man can be happy while others are miserable.

By: J. Schlossel

Nothing further could be learnt with the old instruments.

By: Lilith Lorraine

Humanity began to savor life itself — to probe it to its uttermost.

By: J. Schlossel

Everywhere they found civilizations almost equal to their own.

By: Lilith Lorraine

“Their minds cannot adjust themselves,” he sighed.

By: J. Schlossel

They were the masters of the solar system.

By: Francis Stevens

“You confuse your memories.”

By: Lilith Lorraine

“I can literally dynamite this Sargasso sea of mental stagnation.”