The one they chose lay in a field of knowledge in which they were even more advanced than star traveling—the understanding and control of the mind. The City of Gold and Lead, pages — What was the particular weakness which would enable them to bypass the powerful human defenses, and strike home? It seemed to me that it might be a good idea to go back and tell that story—the story of how it all began.
Will and Henry, Beanpole and Fritz were born in a world under the shadow of the Tripods, and had to fight against a centuries-old tyranny to secure their personal freedoms and the freedom of the human race.
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What would it have been like to be a young person at the beginning, watching this terrible thing happen, fighting a losing battle? And yet it was a battle that seemed in the beginning almost comically easy to win.
Laurie and his friend Andy, on a camping holiday, are witnesses to the first Tripod on earth. It is a frightening sight, bestriding the peaceful countryside, smashing a house into ruins, lifting a man with its thirty-foot tentacle into what looks like a mouth, carelessly destroying a barking dog. The Tripod deals just as ruthlessly with the tanks that are mustered to attack it.
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But then in come fighter-bombers, firing rockets. I saw the long spindly legs shatter, the capsule tilt and sway and crash, Laurie says. I could hardly believe how quickly it was over—and how completely When the Tripods Came, page The Invasion of the Tripods becomes the joke of the year, all around the world. Still laughing, people go back to their old ways—to watching television, particularly a new show that centers on poking fun at our would-be conquerors.
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Or is it really poking fun? In fact the joke is on us: The Masters have discovered our weakness and have found a way to exploit it. A long and daunting struggle lies ahead. An explosion of noise woke me. It sounded as if a dozen express trains were about to hit the shed. I rolled over in my blanket, trying to get out of the way, and was aware of a blaze of orange, lighting up boxes and bits of old farm equipment and tackle.
An ancient rusting tractor looked briefly like an overgrown insect. Both light and sound faded and died. A dog started barking—deep-throated, a Labrador maybe. I got up and walked to the window, banging my shin on something in the dark.
It was dark outside, too, moon and stars hidden by cloud. A light came on in the farmhouse, which was a couple of hundred meters away, just below the ridge. A rocket, maybe. He yawned loudly.
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No sweat. Go to sleep. I stood by the window for a while. Eventually the light in the house went out: the farmer presumably took the same view as Andy. In the pitch black I felt my way to the pile of straw which served as a bed.
This was less fun than it had seemed the previous evening; there was little protection from the hardness of the earth floor, and once awake I knew all about the aches in my muscles. Andy was already asleep. I blamed him for our being here—for volunteering us into the orienteering expedition in the first place, and then for insisting on a left fork which had taken us miles out of our way.
I thought my aches, and resenting Andy, would keep me awake, but I was dead tired. I struggled into wakefulness. The noise was coming from the direction of the farmhouse, but further away, a succession of loud thumpings, heavy and mechanical. The thumps came at intervals of a second or less, and they were getting nearer. There was even a sensation of the ground shaking under me. We crowded together at the small window of the shed. Smoke from a chimney rose almost straight: farmers were early risers.
It looked like a good day for the trek back to camp.
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Then I saw what was coming into view on the other side of the house. The top appeared first, an enormous gray-green hemispherical capsule, flat side down, which seemed to be floating ponderously in midair. As it crashed down a second leg appeared, passing over the house and landing between it and the shed. I could see a third leg, too, which if it followed suit would come to ground close to us, if not on top of us. But at that point, it stopped.
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