"Jean Marie Stine - Future Eves" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stine Jean Marie)

Detaxalans had sown it well, promising dominance to the lesser creatures of Gola.
That, however, was only part of the plot on the part of the Detaxalans. They were
determined not only to revenge those we had murdered, but also to gain mastery of
our planet. Unnoticed by us they had constructed a machine which transmits sound
as we transmit thought and by its means had communicated with their own world,
advising them of the very hour to strike when all of Gola was slumbering. It was a
masterful stroke, only they did not know the power of the mind of Gola тАУ so much
more ancient then theirs.
Lying there bound on my couch I was able to see out the window and, trembling
with terror, I watched a half dozen Detaxalan flyers descend into Tubia, guessing
that the same was happening in our other cities. I was truly frightened, for I did not
have the brain of a Geble. I was young yet, and in fear I watched the hordes march
out of their machines, saw the thousands of our men join them.
Free from restraint, the shut-ins were having their holiday and how they cavorted out
in the open, most of the time getting in the way of the freakish Detaxalans who were
certainly taking over our city.
A half ous passed while I lay there watching, waiting in fear at the loss of what life
we had led up to the present and trembled over what the future might be when the
Detaxalans had infested us with commerce and trade, business propositions, tourists
and all of their evil practices. It was then that I received the message from Geble,
clear and definite, just as all the women of the globe received it, and hope returned to
my heart.
There began that titanic struggle, the fight that won us victory over the
simple-minded male weaklings below who had presumptuously dared to conquer us.
The first indication was that the power of our combined mental concentration at
Geble's orders was taking effect on the men of our own race. They tried to shake us
off, but we knew we could bring them back to us.
At first the Detaxalans paid them no heed. They knew not what was happening until
there came the wholesale retreat of the Golan men back to the buildings, back to the
chambers from which they had escaped. Then grasping something of what was
happening the already defeated invaders sought to retain their hold on our males. Our
erstwhile captives sought to hold them with oratorical gestures, but of course we
won. We saw our creatures return to us and unbind us.
Only the Detaxalans did not guess the significance of that, did not realize that
inasmuch as we had conquered our own men, we could conquer them also. As they
went about their work of making our city their own, establishing already their
autocratic bureaus wherever they pleased, we began to concentrate upon them,
hypnotizing them to return to the flyers that had disgorged them.
And soon they began to feel of our power, the weakest ones first, feeling the mental
bewilderment creeping upon them. Their leaders, stronger in mind, knew nothing of
this at first, but soon our terrible combined mental power was forced upon them also
and they realized that their men were deserting them, crawling back to their ships!
The leaders began to exhort them into new action, driving them physically. But our
power gained on them and now we began to concentrate upon the leaders
themselves. They were strong of will and they defied us, fought us, mind against
mind, but of course it was useless. Their minds were not suited to the test they put
themselves to, and after almost three ous of struggle, we of Gola were able to see
victory ahead.
At last the leaders succumbed. Not a single Detaxalan was abroad in the avenues.
They were within their flyers, held there by our combined wills, unable to act for