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<h1>Prison Of A Billion Years</h1>
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<h3><i>by</i></h3>

<h2><i>C. H. Thames</i></h2>
<p>&nbsp;</p>

<h3>Illustrated by H. W. McCauley</h3>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<div class="blockquot"><p>Adam Slade was a man who had nothing to lose by making a
break for it. The trouble was, he knew that no one had ever
escaped from  the&mdash;</p></div>

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<p>Adam Slade crushed the guard's skull with a two foot length of iron
pipe. No one ever knew where Slade got the iron pipe, but it did not
seem so important.</p>

<p>The guard was dead. That was important.</p>

<p>And Slade was on the loose. With a hostage.</p>

<p>That was even more important.</p>

<p>The hostage's name was Marcia Lawrence. She was twenty-two years old
and pretty and scared half out of her wits. She was, before she became
a hostage, a reporter for Interplanetary Video. She had been granted
the final pre-execution interview with Adam Slade and she had looked
forward to it a long time but it had not worked out as planned.</p>

<p>It had not worked out as planned because Slade, only hours from the
execution chamber with absolutely nothing to lose, had splattered the
guard's brains around the inside of his cell and marched outside with
a frightened Marcia Lawrence.</p>

<p>Outside. Outside the cell block while other condemned prisoners roared
and shouted and banged tin cups on bars and metal walls and
judas-hole-grills. Outside the prison compound and across the
dome-enclosed city which served the prison.</p>

<p>Then outside the dome.</p>

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<p>Outside the dome there was rock. Rock only, twisted and convoluted and
thrusting and gigantic like monoliths of a race of giants. Rock alone
under the awesome gray sky. Steaming rock, for some of the terrestrial
waters were still trapped at great depths. And the sea far off,
booming against rocky headlands, hissing tidally and slowly, in an
age-long process, pulverizing the rock. The sea far off, a clean sea,
not sea-smelling sea, a sea whose waters must evaporate countless
times and be borne up over the naked rocks in vapor and clouds and
come down in pelting, endless rain and rush across the rock, frothing
and steaming&mdash;a sea which must do this countless times in the eons to
come, and would do it, to bring salinity to its own waters.</p>

<p>"It kind of scares the hell out of you, doesn't it?" Adam Slade said.
He was a big man with a thick neck and heavy, sleepy-looking eyes and
a blue beard-shadow on his stubborn jaw. He said those words as he
climbed out of the prison tank with Marcia Lawrence. The tank's metal
was still warm from over-heated travel.</p>

<p>"I didn't think anything would scare you," Marcia Lawrence said. She
had conquered her initial terror in the five hours of clanking tank
flight from the prison. They had come a great many miles from the
prison dome, paralleling the edge of the saltless sea and then
finally, when their fuel was almost gone, clanking and rattling down
toward the sea. She was a newspaperwoman, that above all now. She must
not be afraid. She had a story here. A story.</p>

<p>"Get moving," Adam Slade said. "I got nothing against you, lady," he
told her for the tenth time. "But you try anything, you're dead. You
get that? I got nothing to lose. One time is all they can kill me. But
first they got to find me, but they won't be able to take me as long
as you're here. Just stay meek and you'll stay alive."</p>

<p>"How long do you think you can hold out?" Marcia Lawrence asked
practically. They had begun to walk away from the now useless tank.
Adam Slade was carrying the dead guard's M-gun in the crook of his
bent left arm and walking with long, easy, ground-consuming strides.
Marcia almost had to run to keep up with him as they went down a
stretch of slightly sloping black rock toward the steaming, hissing,
pounding, roaring, exploding surf.</p>

<p>Slade smiled. "Plenty of water," he said.</p>

<p>"But no food, Mr. Slade. There is absolutely no food on earth now and
no possible way of getting food unless you want to stick around for a
few million years."</p>

<p>"You think I came out here without a plan?" Slade asked with some
hostility.</p>

<p>"I don't know. You were desperate."</p>

<p>"As long as you're with me I figure they might follow, but they won't
rush me. They might even send over a 'copter, but it won't try
anything. Not with you here. Desperate? I'm not desperate, and don't
you forget it. Desperate you don't think straight. Once is all they
can execute me. I stayed behind, they'd of done it. If they catch me,
they'll do it. What's the difference?"</p>

<p>"You said you had a plan."</p>

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<p>They reached the edge of a thrusting headland, an enormous beak-shaped
cliff of beetling black rock which leaned out over the young, still
saltless ocean. Slade paced back and forth quickly, with a powerful
leonine grace, until he found a fault in the rock. The fault tumbled
jaggedly, steeply down almost to the edge of the sea.</p>

<p>"Down there," Slade said. "We'll follow the sea coast back to the
prison."</p>

<p>"Back?" Marcia said in disbelief.</p>

<p>"Hell yes, back. You said it yourself. There's no food out here. Since
there ain't no life, of course there's no food. Oh, it's a great place
for a prison, all right. Whoever thought of it ought to win a prize. A
prison&mdash;a billion years in the past. What's the word?"</p>

<p>"Archaeozoic," she supplied.</p>

<p>"Yeah, archaeozoic. An archaeozoic prison. You can escape to your
heart's content, but what the hell's the difference. There's no life
back here, not yet. The Earth's just a baby. So you escape&mdash;and you
starve to death. It makes every maximum security jail before this one
look like a kid's piggy bank."</p>

<p>"There hasn't ever been an escape," Marcia said hopefully as they made
their way down to the sea, she in front and Slade behind her with the
M-gun.</p>

<p>"There ain't never been a hostage before."</p>

<p>"No-o."</p>

<p>"There's a hostage now."</p>

<p>Marcia Lawrence took a deep breath and asked suddenly, "Are you going
to kill me?"</p>

<p>"Hell, I don't know. I got no reason to&mdash;unless you make me. We're
going back there. We're double-tracking along the beach, get me? Back
to the prison dome."</p>

<p>"But&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Adam Slade won't starve to death out here. We'll double back to the
dome&mdash;and the time machine."</p>

<p>"Oh," she said. They began to walk along the edge of the sea, its
waters sullen gray, mirroring the sky. Here on this dawn earth the sky
has as yet never been blue, for the primordial waters were still
falling, falling. It rained almost all the time and the air was thick
with moisture and every night when the sun&mdash;as yet unseen by the dawn
earth except as an invisible source of light&mdash;went down and darkness
came, the mists rolled in from the sea. In the morning whether rains
had fallen or not the ground was soaked and tiny freshets rushed down
to the sea, returning to it.</p>

<p>"Look out!" he cried suddenly, and shoved her against the base of the
cliff which overlooked the water. The cliff top thrust out over them,
umbrella-wise. The base of the cliff was thus a concavity and they
pressed themselves against it now, in shadow. The waters of the infant
sea were a hundred yards away, surging and booming against the rock.</p>

<p>She heard it soon after he did. A helicopter. She wanted to scream.
She wondered if they would hear her scream. But she looked at Adam
Slade's face and did nothing. Soon the helicopter came, buzzing low
over them, searching. It circled a great many times because the
abandoned tank was there. It circled and came down on the beach and
two uniformed figures got out. Now she really wanted to scream. One
sound. One sound and they would hear her. One quick filling of the
lungs and&mdash;</p>

<p>Adam Slade hit her suddenly and savagely and the black loomed up at
her but she did not remember striking it.</p>

<p>When she awoke, the helicopter was gone.</p>

<p>"Sorry I had to poke you one," Slade said. He did not seem sorry at
all. He said it automatically and then added: "You ready to walk?"</p>

<p>She nodded. She got up and staggered a few steps before her legs
steadied under her. Then with Slade she walked down along the rocky
beach. This, she thought, was a story. It was the only big story she
had ever had and probably she would not live to write it. As a woman,
she was almost hysterical with fear, but as a videocaster she was
angry. The story was hers&mdash;if she lived to tell it.</p>

<p>Then she had to live.</p>

<p>Time prison. Sure, she thought. Utterly escape proof&mdash;unless someone
like Slade could take a hostage, double back to the prison dome, the
hermetically sealed dome and somehow trick or overpower the guards who
watched the time traveling machine outside the prison dome.</p>

<p>Outside. Naturally, it would be outside. That way the prisoners
couldn't get at it.</p>

<p>Unless, like Slade, they too were outside.</p>

<p>Outside, where life had not yet been born. Outside, the infant earth.
Let a man escape. What did his escape matter? He would live exactly
as long as it took a man, reasonably healthy, to starve to death.</p>

<p>Unless he had a hostage and a plan....</p>

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<p>She became aware of rain when they left the cliff overhang. There was
almost no wind and the rain came down slowly at first, huge slow drops
which splattered on the black rock.</p>

<p>"If it gets any harder," Slade said, "we'll have to duck under the
cliff for protection. You don't know what a rain can be like back
here. I seen them through the dome."</p>

<p>But they couldn't go under the cliff for protection, not if they
wanted to keep going. For the cliff dropped suddenly in a wild jumble
of rocks and then there was nothing but the sloping black beach,
sloping down to the sea.</p>

<p>Then, all at once, someone opened the sluicegates and the rain
bombarded them. It slapped and bounced off the rock like pistol shots.
It struck them like hammers. They staggered under its weight.</p>

<p>"We'll have to go back to the cliffs!" Marcia cried. She yelled it
again at the top of her voice because she realized Slade would not
hear her otherwise as the rain cracked and exploded and splattered and
crashed. There were no droplets of water. For each one had size and
shape and weight, swift-falling, hammering weight as it came down.
Each one, Marcia thought wildly, struggling to keep her feet, was the
size of your clenched fist there in the gray dawn of Earth.</p>

<p>"The cliffs!" she cried again.</p>

<p>But Adam Slade shook his head, grabbed her arm above the wrist and
pulled her after him. He pointed ahead, in the direction they had been
going. He said nothing. There was no need to talk. They were going
forward and if it killed them probably Adam Slade did not care much.</p>

<p>He wanted that prison time machine for his escape and he was either
going to get it or die in the attempt.</p>

<p>They went on slowly. First one would fall and then the other and when
it was Slade who had fallen, she would wait patiently, hopefully. If
he ever released his hold on the M-gun&mdash;</p>

<p>But if it were Marcia who fell, Slade would yank her to her feet
savagely, yelling words which she had heard at first but which after a
while, after an eternity of the storm, seemed to merge with the sound
of the rain and the far booming of thunder out over the water and
then, as if by magic, she was walking again and stumbling along with
Slade, drenched and beaten and half-drowned.</p>

<p>She hardly remembered when night came, but presently she was aware of
the darkness and the mist over the sea and over the rock and now
engulfing them with its white ectoplasmic tendrils. In the mist she
knew she could escape Slade, and yet she did not. Without Slade now,
now in the middle of nowhere there by the sea on the shores of the
young Earth, she would die in the storm. With Slade&mdash;at least for
now&mdash;was life. And she went on.</p>

<p>The thunder followed them&mdash;and came closer.</p>

<p>By the middle of the night it sounded like artillery at a distance of
half a mile, like a barrage of big atomic shells just out of sight
behind a black ridgeline which wasn't there. And through the deeper
rain-wet darkness of early morning, through the mist, tearing the mist
to tatters, shredding it, came the spears and forks and lances of
lightning. It was, Marcia thought, a nightmare of a storm. And she
must remember it, for it would make a story, a real story, if ever she
lived to tell it.</p>

<p>By morning, the air smelled of ozone. It reeked of ozone and around
them as the gray light seeped out of the wet sky and the rain suddenly
slackened as if the weak daylight dispelled it, the black rocks were
blasted and broken where lightning had struck.</p>

<p>In the dawn's first light another helicopter came.</p>

<p>"Get down!" Slade shouted, and they dropped among the blasted black
rocks, hiding there, not moving. The helicopter came on through the
slackening rain, buzzing a few hundred feet over them but not
circling. It was heading for the abandoned tank, Marcia thought. It
wasn't looking for them here&mdash;</p>

<p>But suddenly the rain came down in all its savage force again,
blinding bounding off the rocks, pounding relentlessly.</p>

<p>Overhead, the helicopter seemed to pause like a bird stricken in
flight. The rotors whirled a silver shield against the rain, the great
drops splattering off the shield.</p>

<p>And the helicopter came down under the weight of the rain.</p>

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<p>It landed a hundred and fifty yards from them down the beach and
Marcia watched breathlessly while three men got out and looked at each
other and at the rain. The dawn light was still only a dim gray and
Marcia could not see the men clearly, but abruptly a jagged spear of
lightning blasted rock midway between where they were hiding and the
helicopter and in the after-glare through the wet and almost crackling
air, the men were very clear. And clearer still when other lightning
came down around them, ringing them in, it seemed, like a tent. There
was now so much lightning it looked more like an aurora than an
electric storm.</p>

<p>The dawn earth, before life, spending itself in fury....</p>

<p>All at once Marcia was running down toward the edge of the water,
where the helicopter was. She ran screaming and shouting but the
thunder swallowed her puny voice. At every moment she expected Adam
Slade to kill her, to merely stand up with the M-gun and shoot her,
but he did not and perhaps her unconscious mind in the instant she had
fled had instinctively known he would not. For if Adam Slade killed
her, he had no hostage. If he killed her and they found him, he would
have absolutely no chance.</p>

<p>She turned and looked behind her. There was Slade, silhouetted against
the lightning, running, covering the ground in huge strides, gaining
on her. She did not look back again. The whole world was lightning and
thunder and her legs striking earth under her, up and down, up and
down, pounding, running, fleeing, and the rain, Slade's ally, beating
her, buffeting her, exploding against her.</p>

<p>She stumbled and fell but she was up and running again in a moment.
Now Slade was very close. But the helicopter was close too. She did
not think the men there had seen them yet. She waved her arms and
screamed although she knew the screams would not be heard&mdash;and then
Slade was on her.</p>

<p>They went down together and she knew she was frail and helpless before
his great strength. He grabbed her, his hands, angry hands on her
throat&mdash;</p>

<p>And lightning struck.</p>

<p>It bounded and bounced off rock a dozen feet from them. It shook the
earth and blasted the rock and pieces like shrapnel cluttered all
around them and struck them too and Marcia felt hot blood on her arm
and it was her own blood.</p>

<p>But Slade had been momentarily stunned and she was running again. Away
from him.</p>

<p>But away from the helicopter too. At first she did not realize that
but when she did realize it, it was too late. If she doubled back now,
she would rush into Slade's arms.</p>

<p>She ran&mdash;into the sea.</p>

<p>It was suddenly, unexpectedly calm. It merely eddied around her
ankles, as if waiting for something. The storm seemed to be waiting
too, lightning holding back, the thunder stilled, even the rain
hanging there in the black heavy sky, waiting....</p>

<p>Slade came after her, stalking through the surf.</p>

<p>A single bolt of lightning lanced down at them and a great engulfing
roar lifted Marcia, carried her, stunned her, and then the rain pelted
down again and the sea was an angry sea and the air was supercharged
with ozone and another smell. Like seared flesh.</p>

<p>Like seared flesh.</p>

<p>She saw Adam Slade then. Slade was down in a foot of water, face down.
He was not moving and the water lapped around him, over him. She went
to him, walking slowly.</p>

<p>The men from the helicopter were there too. They had seen in that
final flash of lightning.</p>

<p>"Are you all right, miss?" one of them shouted.</p>

<p>"Yes. Slade?"</p>

<p>They turned him over. They looked at him. "Dead," one of them said.</p>

<p>"Dead," she echoed. She would have collapsed, but they caught her.</p>

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<p>Then the rain really came down, not as it had come before, which was
hard enough. It came in huge globes of water and each globe was as big
as your head and if it hit it could stun you.</p>

<p>"Slade?" someone cried as the globes exploded violently in the surf
around them.</p>

<p>"He's dead. He'll keep."</p>

<p>And they went back to the helicopter with Marcia, to await the end of
the storm there.</p>

<p>When it was over, when the sky was not black but merely the color of
lead, they returned down the beach for Slade's body.</p>

<p>But Slade wasn't there.</p>

<p>"But he was dead!" Marcia said incredulously.</p>

<p>One of the men smiled. "He didn't go anyplace under his own power. He
was dead, all right. The storm took his body out to sea, is all."</p>

<p>They stood there for a moment, gazing out across the black troubled
water of the infant ocean on the infant earth. A billion years ago....</p>

<p>Slade was out there. Slade, dead. Out there with the tides and the
waters and the frequent electric storms&mdash;</p>

<p>"Out there with a million bacteriological parasites on his dead body
and in his dead body, which he brought with him," Marcia said,
dreamily.</p>

<p>"What are you talking about, miss?"</p>

<p>Out there in the electric dawn of earth, with the bacteria which lived
in his body as they lived in all other bodies. Out there with them,
dead.</p>

<p>Food for them.</p>

<p>Food and water and air heavy with ozone and the electric storms.</p>

<p>Marcia laughed hysterically. It was a story she wanted to write.</p>

<p>But she wouldn't write it.</p>

<p>Slade was a killer, condemned to die. But Slade, dead out there with
his bacteria, Slade evil to man and human society but not necessarily
evil in the implacable ways of nature or perhaps grimly, terribly
evil&mdash;Slade out there, dead on the bosom of the primordial waters,
Slade back in time a billion years before life had been born on
Earth....</p>

<p>She laughed hysterically as they led her away from the water. They
slapped her face, gently at first, then harder. "I'll be all right,"
she managed to say.</p>

<p>She would be all right. She could live to forget it.</p>

<p>But Slade out there.</p>

<p>Slade.</p>

<p>Slade fathering all life on earth there in the sea with his dead body.
Slade who had sinned and was taken back here to die for his sins so
that life could be born.</p>

<p>Slade, whose first name was Adam.</p>

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