It was bound to happen sooner or later. Not because man failed to understand his fellow man, but because he failed to understand himself. There wasn't much left afterwards--after the golden showers of deadly dust and the blinding flashes that blotted out the light from the sun. And all because man continued to confuse emotion with reason. But somehow, as before, man survived....
All that day, he lay there, body on fire with fever, and heart pounding like a drum. He was almost certain he would soon die. "It was just as well," a little corner of his consciousness said. At least he would be missing all the frenzied excitement of Thor's disappearance along with Morge.
But it looked as though he had failed after all. In spite of removing the god, now he was dying--and the dam still unfinished.
The day dragged on and on and he didn't die.
After waking up in late afternoon he felt better. He ate a handful of nuts and figs washed down with a little herb tea. Then as night crept over the sky, he tottered down to the village.
Whatever had taken place during the day was done, and little groups of people stood around fires resting and talking--as though it were the old days before the coming of Thor, thought Builder. That was good.
Builder moved in closer to one of the fires to warm himself against the early spring night. Someone recognized him--it was o
A not great, not awful story of post-atomic survivors worshipping an ancient artifact. Rather dated (the author hadn't seen the machine he imagined, modern ones don't have arms or legs,) it supposes a severe degeneration of human society.
To previous reviewer: Steve. Nowhere during the story does it imply that Morge could read. He recognised the SYMBOL for Thor - a thunderbolt. Obviously the logo for the manufacturer of the dishwasher
Got me in at the start but ruined it with the same old standard ending. If nobody can read, how did they know to call their God Thor exactly?? Extra star for descriptive prose. Waste of time I'm afraid.