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The Red Weed: Part 2

The War of the Worlds Music
An Introduction In 2005
The War Of The Worlds Live 2006
Part 1:
The Eve of the War
Horsell Common and the Heat Ray
The Artilleryman and the Fighting Machine
Forever Autumn
The Thunder Child
Part Two:
The Red Weed : Part 1
The Spirit of Man
The Red Weed: Part 2
Brave New World
Dead London
The Epilogue
The Cast
H.G. Wells 1866-1946.
Editions
The Martian Fighting Machine
Worlds Links

Red Weed

I crept to the blocked window slit and peered through the creeper. The Martians, and all their machinery, had gone! Trembling, I dug my way out and clambered to the top of the mound: not a Martian in sight! The day seemed dazzling bright after my imprisonment and the sky a glowing blue. Red weed covered every scrap of ground but a gentle breeze kept it swaying, and oh, the sweetness of the air.
Again, I was on my way to London through towns and villages that were blackened ruins, totally silent, desolated, deserted. Man's empire had passed away, taken swiftly and without error by these creatures who were composed entirely of brain. Unhampered by the complex systems which make up man, they made and used different bodies according to their needs. They never tired, never slept, and never suffered, having long since eliminated from their planet the bacteria which cause all fevers and other morbidities.

    Artilleryman: Halt! Who goes there?
    Journalist: Er, a friend...
    Artilleryman: Be on your way, this is my territory!
    Journalist: Your territory? What do you mean?
    Artilleryman: Wait a minute... it's you! The man from Maybury Hill!
    Journalist: Good heavens, the artilleryman. I thought you'd surely burned.
    Artilleryman: I thought you'd surely drowned.
    Journalist: Have you seen any Martians?
    Artilleryman: Everywhere. We're done for all right.
    Journalist: We can't just give up.
    Artilleryman: `Course we can't. It's now that we've got to start fighting. Not against them, cause we can't win. Now, we've got to fight for survival. I reckon we can make it. I've got a plan.

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