Here’s a bit of daring sci-fi horror composed around 1970, when I was thirteen.
The chemical formula, needless to say, was made up and I’m sure it is impossible. Any chemists out there was to comment?
A dramatic idea, the idea of a “layered” gas that would give you a few feet of breathing room below its bottom edge. Evidently the author has never considered the effect of a stiff breeze on this wonderful concept. Oops!
The last line on the page is sooooo dramatic: “as if breathing for everyone in the world.” What a deep breath that would make! What sheer poesy!
On our next page of this mercifully brief composition, you will wonder why the world government or “Security Council” decided to send a truck with an almost-empty gas tank on such a momentous mission. Even if it’s a long trip and requires several refueling stops, you might next wonder where the heck is its military escort?
You may laugh at the next-to-last paragraph’s description of George Freeham’s choice of words. He “swore obscenely.” You know why? Because the thirteen-year-old author had no practical experience with cuss words or bad language. He didn’t hear it at school, didn’t hear it from his (few) friends. and definitely was not exposed to it at home. Believe it or not, it’s true!
Left for the reader to imagine are the magic nursemaid robots who would care for these infants for a dozen or so years until they could provide for themselves!
Well, thank you for participating in this depiction of world destruction.