It's one thing to force the Earth out of its orbit, and another to force it back in again!
dictators. This tremendous power had been granted them, so that they might save us all, as they had promised. Then why did they not save us? men asked, chattering with cold and terror.
They might have had their answer had they seen Hogarth sagging into his office on that August afternoon. Rubbing his fleshy red face with an equally fleshy red hand, he dropped into a seat, and grumbled, "Guess it's no use, boys! Simply don't seem able to turn the trick!"
Wiley had leaped to his feet. His horse-like teeth were unbared beneath curling lips. "God! Mean to say she won't work?"
"No, blast it, she won't," concurred Malvine, who had come in just behind Hogarth. "Haven't the two of us been slaving like teamsters, along with McBride and a whole army of engineers? That cursed Deflector has gone haywire! Why, I'll swear we diverted gravity enough to pull the earth halfway over to Venus. And what are the results? Nil. Precisely nil!"
Wiley stood regarding his fellow plotters in silence. An unpl
Too badly written to be enjoyable, not badly enough to be funny. A true waste of electrons.
I really hate to give negative reviews, but this one deserves it. Childish and simplistic. Honestly not worth the time it takes to read.
(1943) Sci-fi (Invention gone wrong) / Magazine short story
From 'Amazing Stories' January 1943.