Civilisation kämpar fiende längs korsad front. Kan kämpa själv [duplicera]

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City är involverad i ett mycket långt krig längs en front som är föremål för någon form av vridning, så att du aldrig kan komma dit - bara skjuta genom den. I slutet säger huvudpersoner att framsidan är en spegel, och staden kämpar själv.

    
uppsättning David Week 15.05.2016 00:45

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Det här låter som David Massons resenärens vila (som har varit föremål för flera andra frågor här: först Kort berättelse; krig där hastigheten på tiden ändras med avstånd från frontlinjen och senare Ett krig på en planet där tiden går långsamt vid polerna och Vilken historia ställs på planeten där tiden går fortare när man närmar sig polen? ).

Historien själv är tillgänglig i sin helhet här . De sista få styckena är följande (betonar min):

“XN 2. Things are livelier than ever. They certainly are hot stuff. Every new offensive from here is pitched back at us in the same style within minutes, I notice. That new cannon had only just started up when back came the same shells—I never knew They had them. Tit for tat.”

Into H’s brain, seemingly clarified by hunger and exhaustion and much emotion, flashed an unspeakable suspicion, one that he could never prove or disprove, having too little knowledge and experience, too little overall view. No one had ever seen the Enemy. No one knew how or when the War had begun. Information and communication were paralysingly difficult up here. No one knew what really happened to Time as one came close to the Frontier, or beyond it. Could it be that the conceleration there became infinite and that there was nothing beyond the Frontier? Could all the supposed missiles of the Enemy be their own, somehow returning? Perhaps the war had started with a peasant explorer lightheartedly flinging a stone northwards, which returned and struck him? Perhaps there was, then, no Enemy?

“XN 3. Couldn’t that gun’s own shells be reflected back from the Frontier, then?”

“XN 2. Impossible. Now you are to try to reach that forward missile post by the surface—our tunnel is destroyed—at 15º 40’ East—you can just see the hump near the edge of the I/R viewer’s limit—with this message; and tell him verbally to treble output.”

The ragged hole was too small. H left by the forward port. He ran, on his “walker,” into a ribbon of landscape which became a thicket of fire, a porcupine of fire, a Nessus-shirt to the Earth, as in a dream. Into an unbelievable supercrescendo of sound, light, heat, pressure, and impacts he ran, on and on up the now almost invisible slope . . .

    
svaret ges 15.05.2016 00:57