In the annals of science-fiction, there have been a number of cases where a series of stories was set against a single “history of the future.” One of the first of these, as well as one of the longest and best known is that of Neil R. Jones. His “Professor Jameson” as well as his “Durna Rangue Cult” tales are well known. It is not commonly realized, however, that all of these, as well as virtually all of his other stories, are laid against one consistent “history of the future”.
It is with a great deal of pleasure, therefore, that we present Mr. Jones’ own outline of this future history, with a complete bibliography of his published works, arranged in roughly chronological order to parallel the outline. Inasmuch as several of the stories cover a period of several centuries, this integration cannot be entirely accurate. Mr. Jones’ stories fit mostly into 3 groups, Tales of the 24th Century, Tales of the 26th Century and the “Professor Jameson” series set some 40 million years in the future.
Four more stories in the Professor Jameson series are awaiting publication, as well as manuscripts in the 24th and 26th century series. Included in this latter group is a 93,000 word novel, “The Outlawed World”, scheduled for book publication later this year.
BORN from out of the sun’s incandescent mass, the earth, with its sister planets, was hurled at worldbirth upon the threshold of an amazing career. Ages passed before the earth cooled sufficiently to allow the first simple forms of life to exist upon its surface. Millions of years were also necessary before these simple forms of life changed and grew through the gradual process of evolution into the present day animals, of which man is the most intelligent and complex species, therefore reigning predominant.
MARS, farther from the sun than the earth, and much smaller, cooled sooner and gave birth to a civilization while prehistoric man still dwelt in caves or lived in trees. The Martians mastered space flying and sent an expedition across space to the earth two hundred thousand years before Rome’s legionaires set forth to conquer the world for the Eternal City.
But if the rise of Martian civilization was rapid, its downfall and disappearance was even more so. By the time mankind on earth had reached a preliminary stage of civilization, all intelligent life on Mars had disappeared.
STEEPED in progressive eras of ignorance and bigotry, men of the earth, up until the time of the Renaissance, religiously adhered to the principle that the earth was the center of everything and that stars, moon and sun moved around it; moreover, the earth was flat. A very few, like Columbus, believed it was round. Earnest seekers after the truth, however, found it dangerous to reveal their discoveries, as Galileo found. Copernicus, during the 15th and 16th centuries, did much to upset these antiquated ideas, and upon his heels, during the Renaissance’s surge of learning, Tycho Brahe dedicated a good share of his life in determining the relative positions of the heavenly bodies, laying the groundwork for those who came after him in classifying some seven hundred or more sun-illumined bodies of our own solar system, not to mention the far off stars and more distant nebulae beyond. In the l6th and 17th centuries, Johann Keppler established the laws of planetary motion, and beyond his own lifetime, even into the l8th century, Sir Isaac Newton carried on this work and outlined the laws of gravitation. About this time, the improvement of telescopes took definite shape and purpose, and during the 19th century, such men as Proctor, Lowell and Flammarion helped push back the boundaries of space. Among other discoveries, they found that our solar system is rushing toward the constellation Lyra at twelve miles per second. Neptune was discovered in 1846, while Pluto was found nearly a century later, in 1930.
STEEPED in progressive eras of ignorance and bigotry, men of the earth, up until the time of the Renaissance, religiously adhered to the principle that the earth was the center of everything and that stars, moon and sun moved around it; moreover, the earth was flat. A very few, like Columbus, believed it was round. Earnest seekers after the truth, however, found it dangerous to reveal their discoveries, as Galileo found. Copernicus, during the 15th and 16th centuries, did much to upset these antiquated ideas, and upon his heels, during the Renaissance’s surge of learning, Tycho Brahe dedicated a good share of his life in determining the relative positions of the heavenly bodies, laying the groundwork for those who came after him in classifying some seven hundred or more sun-illumined bodies of our own solar system, not to mention the far off stars and more distant nebulae beyond. In the l6th and 17th centuries, Johann Keppler established the laws of planetary motion, and beyond his own lifetime, even into the l8th century, Sir Isaac Newton carried on this work and outlined the laws of gravitation. About this time, the improvement of telescopes took definite shape and purpose, and during the 19th century, such men as Proctor, Lowell and Flammarion helped push back the boundaries of space. Among other discoveries, they found that our solar system is rushing toward the constellation Lyra at twelve miles per second. Neptune was discovered in 1846, while Pluto was found nearly a century later, in 1930.
HAVING conquered the air with flying machines, men looked beyond, to the realms past the upper reaches of earth’s atmosphere; to the depths of space, and their next port of call, the moon; and then to the nearer planets glowing steadily in the evening sky. Professor Goddard’s experiments with rockets laid the groundwork for what was to come. Even more significant was the realization of atomic power, yet men stood in awe of this fearful Frankenstein they had created in war, and the work of harnessing it to useful purposes was sluggish.
HAVING conquered the air with flying machines, men looked beyond, to the realms past the upper reaches of earth’s atmosphere; to the depths of space, and their next port of call, the moon; and then to the nearer planets glowing steadily in the evening sky. Professor Goddard’s experiments with rockets laid the groundwork for what was to come. Even more significant was the realization of atomic power, yet men stood in awe of this fearful Frankenstein they had created in war, and the work of harnessing it to useful purposes was sluggish.
DURING the 21st Century, a cosmic veil of meteoric dust buried the earth in a mantle of gloomy darkness for forty years before the sun once more shone upon the earth, and the human race emerged upon the surface of the earth from the underground cities they had built.
IT was not long after this that actual attempts at space flying were made, producing dismal failures in the initial phase. The improvised space craft never left the earth sufficiently far behind but what they always curved back. Daring and foolhardy adventurers met horrible deaths, while others, less confident, sacrificed only empty projectiles on the altar of forlorn hope. Finally, space ships hurled themselves from the face of the earth, and free of the tenacious gravity reaching its long, invisible fingers far into space to drag back luckless space craft. Yet progress was gained only at the shrine of catastrophe. The martyred heroes became legion. Like an irresistible gambling wheel, the prospect of space navigation lured men to their doom, and death waved its menacing sceptre upon mankind’s persistent efforts to reach other worlds. The new fuel was still uncontrollable. Ejector tubes and even entire rear ends were burned out. Human passengers were roasted. And there were explosions. Mechanisms failed, leaving human beings to die in space from starvation, exhaustion of oxygen supplies and the bitter coldness of space. Space ships became unmanageable and were destined to drift forever throughout the realms of space manned by a sepulchral crew. Most awful were the tragic and drawn out horrors of space ships pulled into the mighty attraction of the sun’s vast flaming body.
Clay Birch was the first man to reach the moon’s pitted surface. This was in the year 2178, but his moment of glory was brief. The space ship raced down from the sky at sub-meteoric speed and buried its wreckage beneath the lunar crust.
THROUGHOUT the 23rd Century. space flying became better perfected, and not only was the moon safely reached, but Mars and Venus as well. Further worlds and their satellites were reached in the 24th century, and the colonization of Mars and Venus was started. No intelligent life was found on Mars, but on Venus a species of slate-colored troglodytes was discovered on the highlands among the great swamps.
THREE expeditions were sent to the moons of Saturn before one finally returned. Two races of swordsmen were found on Dione; one red, the other brown. They were hereditary enemies. They bore a distinct resemblance to men of the earth, even as the troglodytes of Venus, but one arm terminated in a long, bony sword blade. Only one man survived the crash of the first expedition. Old Ben Cartley became the leader of the red swordsmen in their walled cities.
CURIOUSLY enough, the only survivor of the second expedition, lost in Saturn’s ring, was Ben’s crony, white-haired Jasper Jezzan, who for three years lived a hermit among the myriad small moonlets of the great ring of Saturn until the Baynes Expedition came and rescued him. This happened in the year 2364.
THROUGHOUT the 23rd Century. space flying became better perfected, and not only was the moon safely reached, but Mars and Venus as well. Further worlds and their satellites were reached in the 24th century, and the colonization of Mars and Venus was started. No intelligent life was found on Mars, but on Venus a species of slate-colored troglodytes was discovered on the highlands among the great swamps.
THREE expeditions were sent to the moons of Saturn before one finally returned. Two races of swordsmen were found on Dione; one red, the other brown. They were hereditary enemies. They bore a distinct resemblance to men of the earth, even as the troglodytes of Venus, but one arm terminated in a long, bony sword blade. Only one man survived the crash of the first expedition. Old Ben Cartley became the leader of the red swordsmen in their walled cities.
CURIOUSLY enough, the only survivor of the second expedition, lost in Saturn’s ring, was Ben’s crony, white-haired Jasper Jezzan, who for three years lived a hermit among the myriad small moonlets of the great ring of Saturn until the Baynes Expedition came and rescued him. This happened in the year 2364.
MEANWHILE, with the dawn of the 24th Century, the Durna Rangue, a semi-scientific cult banished from the earth for practices in condemned sciences, found a haven in the gray cliffs near the Silmono Desert on Mars. But they preyed too consistently upon fellow colonists for victims of vivisection and experiment, and once again the cult had to fly. Civilization did not again hear from the cult for two hundred years, and the organization was generally supposed to be broken up and dead.
AS the colonization of Mars and Venus went forward, the little Martian moon of Phobos was employed as a penal moon for interplanetary criminals. The most famous was probably Ern Hantel, who with the aid of a rocket stolen from a space ship supply base, fled the hermetically sealed prison yards in a space suit, shooting off the face of the moon to nearby Mars, where he came down through the atmosphere by means of an improvised parachute. But he was not very lucky, for he fell into the hands of the Durna Rangue, and in trying to escape blundered through the cult’s aging chambers, going in a young man and coming out aged and white haired.
THROUGHOUT the 25th Century, space travel grew swifter and more efficient, and the most obscure and furthermost ramparts of the Solar System were explored. Even the myriad meteors flitting through the system were often visited by meteor miners, who, mooring their tiny space flyers to the craggy surfaces. crawled over the small cosmic bodies in space suits, extracting any valuable minerals their detectors revealed.
AS the colonization of Mars and Venus went forward, the little Martian moon of Phobos was employed as a penal moon for interplanetary criminals. The most famous was probably Ern Hantel, who with the aid of a rocket stolen from a space ship supply base, fled the hermetically sealed prison yards in a space suit, shooting off the face of the moon to nearby Mars, where he came down through the atmosphere by means of an improvised parachute. But he was not very lucky, for he fell into the hands of the Durna Rangue, and in trying to escape blundered through the cult’s aging chambers, going in a young man and coming out aged and white haired.
THROUGHOUT the 25th Century, space travel grew swifter and more efficient, and the most obscure and furthermost ramparts of the Solar System were explored. Even the myriad meteors flitting through the system were often visited by meteor miners, who, mooring their tiny space flyers to the craggy surfaces. crawled over the small cosmic bodies in space suits, extracting any valuable minerals their detectors revealed.
THE 26th Century found Mars and Venus as well established as the mother world, and interplanetary commerce flourished in spite of the numerous bands of space pirates, having their hangouts on the moon, and farther out in space on uninhabited moons. Probably the most famous among these pirates of the early 26th Century was Nez Hulan, half man and half robot, who lay dead in space a long time after a meteor crashed a space ship on which he was one of the crew. He was brought back to life, but without a soul, and was given metal arms, metal legs, a rubber heart, radiophone ears and an aluminum skull. The resurrection stimulated his intellect but perverted it to evil.
INTO this era of interplanetary prosperity exploded a swift reign of terror and conquest of the earth. This happened in 2578. When banished from Mars, the Durna Rangue had retreated to distant Oberon, a satellite of Uranus. In the depths of this remote little moon, they had hidden and worked for two hundred years while shaping their plans for conquest of the earth. At the eleventh hour, they enlisted the aid of the numerous space pirates and later set them up as territorial rulers, dividing up the earth’s surface into small districts of jurisdiction. Over all, in their grim sanctuaries, among their monsters and weird creations, ruled the cult. The Durna Rangue had leaped out of obscurity like a conquering archangel, and they held the earth secure against the Interplanetary Guard from the sister worlds by throwing a protective barrier of rays about the earth.
THE cult and space pirates ruled the outlawed world for nearly a generation before the Interplanetary Guard found a way to penetrate the barrier rays and reclaim the earth, destroying the cult, once and for all. The heroic and deadly figure who finally cracked the cult and paved the way for the reclamation of earth was Lindquist, the lone pirate, sworn enemy of the cult and space pirates alike, yet outlawed by the civilization of the other worlds. The only man the cult feared, he fell in a death duel with earth pirates during the reconquest of the earth, his blazing atom pistols cutting down his enemies even as he fell.
FROM here on, civilization rose and fell, ebbed and flowed beneath the ceaseless changes of evolution and events, as dynasties and nations grew and changed. Meanwhile, the sun cooled, and planetary motion grew slower, while cosmic bodies commenced to draw closer together in their travels, as if to conserve and exchange their dwindling heat. Five million years after the 20th Century, mankind deserted the chilled earth and its cooling sun for a planet of the great double star, Sirius. But now men little resembled their barbarous predecessors. Their bodies were smaller and they had developed another pair of arms. The digestive tract and organs of respiration had gradually disappeared with the increase of energy broadcasts from huge power stations. Man of this far-flung age had neither mouth nor nostrils, and where hair had once grown upon their heads there now grew instead, fully two dozen antenae, like those of insects; these antenae receiving the broadcast energy. They had long since done away with sleep, and a normal lifetime was 10,000 years. They left the earth lonely and untenanted, with but a scant bit of lichen-like growth clinging here and there to the rocks. Earth’s atmosphere had now grown so rare that stars were often visible in the daytime.
THIRTY-FIVE million years later, a group of immortal wanderers from the planet of another star in a far corner of the universe stopped in their tour of eternal exploration, in the shadow of the dying world. They were machine men of Zor, organic brains in the metal heads of machines. They had achieved immortality by removal of their brains from flesh and blood bodies to coned, metal heads, directing a metal cubed body supported by four metal legs and carrying six metal tentacles. A ring of television eyes surrounded the coned head, and when a part of their bodies wore out, it was replaced.
They found the rotation of the earth slowed to a stop, one side forever facing the dull, bloated sun, to which the slow moving earth had now drawn close. They also found the rocket satellite of Professor Jameson who had died during the 20th Century and had left orders to have his body shot into space in a special rocket he had invented, where it would always remain preserved in the vacuum of space. The rocket, like the moon, had become a satellite of the earth. The Zoromes found him perfectly preserved, and they recalled his brain to life after removing it from his body and placing it in one of the metal coned heads. He became one of them and was henceforth known among them as 21MM392, joining them on their never-ending adventures from world to world throughout the universe in their search for the unusual.
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