M'E T R 0 POL I S the depths, up to the heights-who had taken up their positions on the stairs-who had received instructions and passed them on-who had suHocated amidst figures-who had listened in to the whispers of the world-all, all streamed out from the New Tower of Babel as blood streams out from a cut vein, until it stood there. horribly empty-bled white. But the machines went on living. Yes, they seemed to be coming to life for the flrst time. Feeder. who stood-a crumb of humanity-alone, in the hugeness of the round structure, beard the soft, deep. rushing howl, like the breath of the New Tower of Babel, growing louder and louder. clearer and clearer, and he saw, on turning round. that the empty cells of the Pater· noster were speeding more and more rapidly, more and more hurriedly, upwards and downwards. Yes, now it was as if these cells, these empty cells, were dancing upwards and downwards and the howling which trans-sected the New Tower of Babel seemed to proceed from out their empty jaws. "Father-II" shouted Freder. And the wbole round structure roared with him, with all its lungs. Freder ran) but not to the heights of the Tower. He ran to the depths) driven by horror and curiosity-down into the hell-guided by luminous pillars-to the abode of tbe Pater-noster machine, which was like Ganesha, the god with the elephant's head. The luminous pillars by which he ran did not shine as usual with their white, icy light. Tbey blinked, tbey Bashed lightning, they Bickered. They burnt with an evil, green light. The stones, over which he ran, swayed like water. The nearer he came to the machine-room) the more bellowing did the voice of the tower become. The walls were baking. The air was colourless fire. If the door had not burst open by itself-no human hand could have opened it, for it was like a glowing curtain of liquid steel. Freder held his arm flung before his forehead, as if wishing to protect his brain from bursting. His eyes sought the machine-the machine in front of which he had once stood. It was crouching in the centre of the howling room. It shone with oil. It bad gleaming limbs. Under the crouching body
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