By millions of millions the creatures of earth slow and drop when their time-sense is mysteriously paralyzed.
e those poor devils lying around the subway kiosk." His face became bleak. Then he shrugged and tried to throw off his depression. "June and I will help you as much as we can. We can raid stores for provisions and hashish. New let's have breakfast."
The next few days were filled with unending labor for the temporal castaways. From daybreak until far into the night, with radio receivers clamped over their ears, the three twisted dials, adjusted rheostats and listened in on long and short wave bands. But the ether, which once had pulsated with music and friendly voices, now was silent, except for static.
"Makes me think of Sunday mornings when I was a boy," Manthis once commented. "Only this is more quiet. It gives me the jitters." There was a note of hysteria in his voice.
When the doctor's nerves began to quiver in that manner, Baron always insisted that they all rest. During such recesses they ate, played cards and helped June with the housework. The younger man was continually amazed by
A story to be enjoyed the same way you would enjoy Plan 9 From Outer Space.
For unknown reasons, all living creatures in New York and all over the world have their time-sense slowly paralyzed. Luckily, brilliant chemist Dr. Manthis managed to discover and produce enough serum from the deadly drug hashish for himself, his daughter June, and brilliant electronic engineer Jack Baron to stave off the citywide freezing of all animals into statues. The drug isolates hashish's property of altered time-sense without the murderous insanity that goes along with it.
The trio works feverishly to solve the mystery of the paralysis (June cooks), little knowing that others in the city are also free to move--the homocidal hashish addicts!
Kind of a groaner of a story until the hashish showed up.