Ray Cummings
The Girl in the Golden Atom (Sci-Fi Classic)
Books
OK Publishing, 2020
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EAN 4064066397593
Table of Contents
Chapter I. A Universe in an Atom
Chapter III. After Forty-eight Hours
Chapter V. The World in the Ring
Chapter VI. Strategy and Kisses
Chapter VII. A Modern Gulliver
Chapter VIII. "I Must Go Back"
Chapter XI. The Escape of the Drug
Chapter XIV. Strange Experiences
Chapter XV. The Valley of the Sacrifice
Chapter XVI. The Pit of Darkness
Chapter XVII. The Welcome of the Master
Chapter XVIII. The Chemist and His Son
Chapter XIX. The City of Arite
Chapter XX. The World of the Ring
Chapter XXI. A Life Worth Living
Chapter XXV. The Escape of Targo
Chapter XXVIII. The Attack on the Palace
Chapter XXXI. The Palace of Orlog
Chapter XXXII. An Ant-hill Outraged
Chapter XXXIII. The Rescue of Loto
Chapter XXXV. Good-by to Arite
Chapter XXXVI. The Fight in the Tunnels
Chapter XXXVII. A Combat of Titans
Chapter XXXIX. A Modern Dinosaur
Chapter XL. The Adventurers' Return
Chapter XLI. The First Christmas
CHAPTER I.
A UNIVERSE IN AN ATOM
"Then you mean to say there is no such thing as the smallest particle of matter?" asked the Doctor.
"You can put it that way if you like," the Chemist replied. "In other words, what I believe is that things can be infinitely small just as well as they can be infinitely large. Astronomers tell us of the immensity of space. I have tried to imagine space as finite. It is impossible. How can you conceive the edge of space? Something must be beyond—something or nothing, and even that would be more space, wouldn't it?"
"Gosh," said the Very Young Man, and lighted another cigarette.
The Chemist resumed, smiling a little. "Now, if it seems probable that there is no limit to the immensity of space, why should we make its smallness finite? How can you say that the atom cannot be divided? As a matter of fact, it already has been. The most powerful microscope will show you realms of smallness to which you can penetrate no other way. Multiply that power a thousand times, or ten thousand times, and who shall say what you will see?"
The Chemist paused, and looked at the intent little group around him.
He was a youngish man, with large features and horn-rimmed glasses, his rough English-cut clothes hanging loosely over his broad, spare frame. The Banker drained his