The Emancipatrix by Homer Eon Flint
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and shortly Billie was looking down upon a scene which she had good
reason to remember all the rest of her life. In the middle of a large field, where some light green plant was just beginning to sprout, a group of about a dozen humans was at work cultivating. Billie had time to note that they were doing the work in the most primitive fashion, employing the rudest of tools, all quite in keeping with their bare heads and limbs and their skin-clad bodies. About half were women. Slightly at one side, however, stood a man who was not so busy. To put it plainly, he was loafing, with the handle of his improvised mattock supporting his weight. Clearly the two up in the air were concerned only with him. "He has been warned three times, Supreme," said the one who had reported the case. "Three? Then make an example of him!" "It shall be done, Supreme!" The lieutenant disappeared. Again the commandant glanced at this, that, and the other thing before concentrating upon what happened below. Then Billie saw the man straighten up suddenly in his tracks, and with remarkable speed, considering his former laziness, he whirled about, dodged, and clapped a hand upon his thigh. Next second he raised an exultant cry. Billie could not understand what he said; but she noted that the others in the group echoed the man's |
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