Cavor’s insane invention worked too well. In the year of our Lord 1899, genius (or mad) inventor and scientist Joseph Cavor convinced Arnold Bedford and his dear fiancée Katherine Callender, to join him in entering his spherical space vessel powered by a substance called Cavorite.
Arnold and Kate did so on a lark, not believing a word of Cavor’s claims, in spite of the strange and inexplicable experiments he had demonstrated to the engaged couple.
Then, the impossible happened, and the metallic orb with the trio entombed within, escaped the Earth’s gravity with explosive thrust, and launched itself at the Moon.
Now Arnold and Kate were running for their lives back toward the sphere, pursued by the Selenites, a horde of insect-like creatures inhabiting the Moon’s interior, who were convinced that humanity’s martial tendencies were a threat, now that man had achieved space travel.
“Quick, Kate, Inside! I’ll hold them off.”
“Do hurry, Arnold. I don’t know what I’d do if…” She was on the verge of tears, terrified at the prospect of capture or worse by the Lunar insectoid race, but if there was any hope now, she knew it was with her beloved.
“Damn that Cavor for staying behind. What does he think to accomplish?” Bedford let out another blast from his procured alien Tesla coil-ray gun, shattering the exo-bodies of the leading drones pursuing them.
The remainder of the Selenite soldiers, their path momentarily blocked by the corpses Bedford’s deadly aim had produced, gave the valiant Brit his chance to enter the ship and seal the hatch.
He found his courageous Kate already in the restraining net, and taking a similar position, mimicked Cavor’s moments at the controls he had witnessed when the scientist had caused the sphere to leave their mother planet.
The hull of their sturdy craft echoed with the efforts of hundreds, nay, thousands of Selenites to pierce their craft, with both their natural clawed appendages, and with what steel weapons they were carrying, but it was too late.
“We’re off!” Bedford’s cry of exultation was crushed in his lungs as the activated Cavorite completely cancelled the Moon’s weak gravity upon their vessel, and they shot upward faster than a bullet through a vertical shaft above them, and then the window covering at the top.
They were in space again, but this time something was different. Unfamiliar with the controls, Bedford had somehow altered the settings, and they were accelerating at an unheard of velocity, much faster than what Cavor had produced on their outbound trip.
Nevertheless, the welcoming blue orb of the Earth continually loomed larger in their forward view port.
“Sir, Radar is picking up an object rapidly decelerating toward our position.”
The USS Hornet’s commanding officer looked at the Lieutenant reporting to him with an expression of both annoyance and puzzlement. “That can’t be right. Apollo 11 isn’t due to enter the atmosphere for another three hours. Are you sure we aren’t picking up a meteor?”
“Yes sir, we thought that too at first, but it’s reducing speed and changing course. Captain, we know it’s not Apollo, but whatever it is, it’s being piloted.”
On July 24, 1969, U.S. Navy divers managed to rescue a man and a woman from an unknown spacecraft minutes before it sank into the Pacific Ocean 2,660 kilometers east of Wake Island.
For Arnold Bedford and Kate Callender, the trip to the Moon, their brief sojourn, and then return journey had occurred in a matter of days. However, thanks to the mysterious properties of the gravity-manipulating Cavorite and its effects on time, they returned to the Earth 70 years after departure, landing only hours before the second set of men to land on the Moon.
I wrote this for Music Challenge #27: “Space Oddity” by David Bowie #musicchallenge #amwriting #MLMM hosted at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.
Today, the idea is to take the David Bowie chart “Space Oddity” and use it to inspire crafting a poem, short story, or other creative work.
I mined the plot of the 1964 film adaptation of H.G. Wells’ novel The First Men in the Moon, and juxtaposed it against the Apollo 11 mission, which first landed human beings on the lunar surface in real life.
No, gravitational time dilation doesn’t work that way, so before anyone complains, I am writing fantasy, not hard science fiction, just to have fun and because I can.