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Miracle in Three Dimensions
by C. L. MOORE
Photography and Sound Recording Are Bound by a Man-made LimitтАФand Beyond that Lies
Madness!



An A\NN/A Preservation Edition.
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тАЬIтАЩVE got it, Abe! ItтАЩs as near to life itself as the movies will ever come. IтАЩve done it!тАЭ Blair
OтАЩByrneтАЩs haunted black eyes were bright with triumph.
Abe Silvers, gaunt and dark and weary-eyed, shifted the cigar to the other side of his mouth and
stepped in under the doorway that made sharp division between the glare of California sunlight outside
and the lofty shadows of OтАЩByrneтАЩs long, dim studio.
тАЬI hope youтАЩre right,тАЭ he said around the cigar. тАЬIтАЩve waited a long time for it. And God knows
youтАЩve spent more years than you ought, and more money than even you could afford. Why have you
done it, Blair? A man with your money, your background, shutting yourself up here in the dark, sweating
over shadows?тАЭ
тАЬI havenтАЩt been shut up away from lifeтАФIтАЩve been shut in with it!тАЭ OтАЩByrneтАЩs smile spread across the
pallor of his delicate face. тАЬItтАЩs life itself IтАЩve been groping after all these years, and IтАЩve found it, Abe.
IтАЩve got it!тАЭ
тАЬGot the illusion of it, maybe. A little better than Metro-Cosmic has been filming for the last few
years. And if itтАЩs as good as you say weтАЩll buy itтАФand so what?тАЭ
OтАЩByrne turned to him fiercely, his dream-haunted eyes suddenly blazing.
тАЬI tell you this is life! As near as shadows can comeтАФtoo near, perhaps. тАШMoving picturesтАЩ! TheyтАЩll
have to find a new name for what IтАЩve got. It isnтАЩt picturesтАФitтАЩs breathing, living reality. IтАЩve worked
over it until nothing else seemed to matter, nothing else seemed real. IтАЩve got it, Abe. ItтАЩsтАФlife.тАЭ


ABE SILVERS shifted the cigar back across his mouth, and if his eyes were understanding, his voice
was only patient. He had heard such words before, from many fiercely sincere inventors. That he had
known OтАЩByrne for many years did not alter his accustomed attitude toward such things.
тАЬAll right,тАЭ he murmured. тАЬShow me. WhereтАЩs the projection room, Blair?тАЭ
тАЬHere.тАЭ OтАЩByrne waved a thin, unsteady hand toward the center of the big studio where under a
battery of high-hung lights a U-shaped bar of dull silver rose from a low platform to the height of a manтАЩs
waist. Beyond it against the wall bulked a big rectangular arrangement of chromium and glass, behind
whose face bulbs were dimly visible. Silvers snorted.
тАЬThere? That thing looks like a radioтАФthat doubled-over pipe? But the screen, manтАФthe
seatsтАФtheтАФтАЭ
тАЬIтАЩm telling you this is utterly new, Abe. YouтАЩll have to clear your mind of all your preconceived ideas
of what a moving picture should be. All that is obsolete, from this minute on. The тАШmoving pictureтАЩ is as
dead as the magic lantern. This is the new thing. These batteries of lights, that тАШradioтАЩ as you call it, the
platform and bar, one for each individual spectatorтАФтАЭ
тАЬBut what is it? What happens?тАЭ
тАЬI canтАЩt explain it to you now,тАЭ said OтАЩByrne impatiently. тАЬFor one thing, you wouldnтАЩt believe me
until after youтАЩve seen it. And it would take weeks to give you enough ground-work to understand the
principles. The thingтАЩs too complex for anyone to explain in words. I canтАЩt even explain the appearance