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<span class="mu-s">January 1st, 1919</span>
On the far side of the moon a vast bulb of glass juts out from the walls of Gernsback Crater. This was not the frail and fragile glass of Edison's lightbulbs, nor the shatterprone glass of the window-pane, no! This glass was the product of the fatherland's greatest scientists, a lattice of diamond that could even resist sustained fire from a machine gun. What's more, strands of iron wire had been woven into the glass bulb in a tight honeycomb pattern. This not only made its structure even stronger, but it brilliantly deflected the deadly radiation of outer space around the interior and the delicate lifeforms that lived there.
A garden on the moon. An oasis of life in a sea of death. A last refuge for the blood of Kaiser Wilhelm and a starting point for the great German people to grow without the yoke of perfidious Albion and the accursed Frank weighing heavily upon them. A refuge tended by great machines whose automative processes would turn the factories of Ford <span class="mu-i">green</span> with envy. In the bulb of glass, fields of grass and grain grow to feed livestock cloned from Germany's fines hens, hogs, and heifers, lit up in the two week dark by electric diodes configured to imitate the rays of the sun.
A garden powered by your discovery, <span class="mu-s">gravitic inversion by hyperdensity</span>, a sort of perpetual motion machine that is in truth nothing of the sort.
Unfortunately, you did not live to see it. Your <span class="mu-s">difference engine</span> calculated the moment of your death, battling time traveling Yankees who leapt into the past to kill... a military courier, of all people. You've not the foggiest why they didn't target someone important, like the Kaiser. As best as you and the <span class="mu-s">difference engine</span> could tell, he was a struggling artist who would not amount to much. His messages were important, but none of them would have changed the outcome of the war. That said, as a patriot and a man of justice, you would not allow these blood thirsty Americans to invade your homeland and hometime to murder one of your countrymen.
Yes, the <span class="mu-s">difference engine</span> confirmed your end, but not before you sent it and the blood of Germany's finest men and women - yourself included - to the moon. Through biochemical processes that you uncovered on expedition to Antarctica, you developed a process to rejuvenate blood and swiftly grow it to near maturity. The pubescent years would needs be lived through naturally, lest hormone imbalances drive you and your fellow clones to madness, but that is a small price to pay for skipping the vulnerability of infancy!
Especially when you discovered a means of giving them a full education through <span class="mu-i">subliminal motion pictures</span> and audio recordings. Imperfect, perhaps, when compared to a traditional education, but workable.
On the far side of the moon a vast bulb of glass juts out from the walls of Gernsback Crater. This was not the frail and fragile glass of Edison's lightbulbs, nor the shatterprone glass of the window-pane, no! This glass was the product of the fatherland's greatest scientists, a lattice of diamond that could even resist sustained fire from a machine gun. What's more, strands of iron wire had been woven into the glass bulb in a tight honeycomb pattern. This not only made its structure even stronger, but it brilliantly deflected the deadly radiation of outer space around the interior and the delicate lifeforms that lived there.
A garden on the moon. An oasis of life in a sea of death. A last refuge for the blood of Kaiser Wilhelm and a starting point for the great German people to grow without the yoke of perfidious Albion and the accursed Frank weighing heavily upon them. A refuge tended by great machines whose automative processes would turn the factories of Ford <span class="mu-i">green</span> with envy. In the bulb of glass, fields of grass and grain grow to feed livestock cloned from Germany's fines hens, hogs, and heifers, lit up in the two week dark by electric diodes configured to imitate the rays of the sun.
A garden powered by your discovery, <span class="mu-s">gravitic inversion by hyperdensity</span>, a sort of perpetual motion machine that is in truth nothing of the sort.
Unfortunately, you did not live to see it. Your <span class="mu-s">difference engine</span> calculated the moment of your death, battling time traveling Yankees who leapt into the past to kill... a military courier, of all people. You've not the foggiest why they didn't target someone important, like the Kaiser. As best as you and the <span class="mu-s">difference engine</span> could tell, he was a struggling artist who would not amount to much. His messages were important, but none of them would have changed the outcome of the war. That said, as a patriot and a man of justice, you would not allow these blood thirsty Americans to invade your homeland and hometime to murder one of your countrymen.
Yes, the <span class="mu-s">difference engine</span> confirmed your end, but not before you sent it and the blood of Germany's finest men and women - yourself included - to the moon. Through biochemical processes that you uncovered on expedition to Antarctica, you developed a process to rejuvenate blood and swiftly grow it to near maturity. The pubescent years would needs be lived through naturally, lest hormone imbalances drive you and your fellow clones to madness, but that is a small price to pay for skipping the vulnerability of infancy!
Especially when you discovered a means of giving them a full education through <span class="mu-i">subliminal motion pictures</span> and audio recordings. Imperfect, perhaps, when compared to a traditional education, but workable.
