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The world of tomorrow will be filled with wondrous things.

What about life, your life and mine?

Will we change?

Will we be happier?

You know, some persons contend that the drama of daily life remains constant and

will remain so forever.

I wonder.

Perhaps together we can find a clue to the answer on tonight's Tales of

Tomorrow.

They must have made their way to the river by this time.

They're probably waiting for us on the boat.

You just better hope they are, Bernie.

Oh?

What does that mean?

You know very well.

We were due here 15 days ago with the safari and the supplies.

I see.

I suppose it's my fault that the bearers deserted us.

Yes.

All your fault.

As a guide, you ought to know how to handle your men.

But you are vicious, inhuman toward them.

I don't blame them in the least for deserting us.

And what's more, when we get back to civilization, I'm going to press charges

against you.

Are you now? Really?

Yeah. Well, let me tell you something.

When we get back to civilization, there'll be charges pressed.

Only it'll be I who'll do the pressing.

When I'm finished, you'll see every last deserter Strung up to the highest

scaffold in the north.

That I promise.

Oi! Oi!

Get a move on!

Get a move on!

Stop it!

Isn't it enough you've got him carrying your gear too?

Here's the crater.

Tom!

Susan! If they were here, they'd have answered long ago.

We only had food enough for ten days at the most.

I hope we're not too late.

Well, there's one way to find out for sure.

They're probably waiting for us on the boat this very minute. Let's get going.

No. We'll spend the night here. Why?

Because it's still six long miles to the river. We can cover that in a couple of

hours. No. The buoy is completely exhausted, and so am I.

We'll spend the night here.

I haven't the faintest idea.

Looks like a dried-out watermelon.

If it were 100 times smaller, I'd almost think it was a cocoon. A cocoon?

This is strange.

Specimens of the meteorite, paper, notes, instruments.

They're all here.

Blankford would never leave these things here.

Perhaps they decided to travel light. Never. Not Blankford. He'd have given up

taking food to save space for these specimens.

What's your theory?

They must still be... somewhere.

It's... It's Blankford!

It's Tom Pearson!

They couldn't have died of starvation.

There was plenty of food.

They didn't die of starvation.

Their throats are pierced.

Some giant leech of an animal has drained them of every drop of blood.

Where's Susan?

You're safe.

Run away.

Hide. There are hundreds of them.

Run. Run.

There are hundreds of them.

Huh?

Uncle John?

Run. Hide.

There. There they are. There.

Susan!

Tell me, Gordon, was this Professor Blankforth all right?

What do you mean?

Listen to what he says here.

August 3rd, the creature died this night.

Conclusion, it could not have been of earthly origin.

By some miracle, the meteorite brought it here, a sample of life beyond our

universe in the form of a monstrous, invisible...

Invisible.

Insect.

Now I ask you.

Where'd you find that?

Over there.

Let me see it.

Why, it's... Blanket.

Diary.

July 23.

Pearson discovered a gigantic cocoon this morning at the crater side.

A few hours later in the work hut, the cocoon released a fully developed...

Invisible Amago.

Roughly the size of a large dog.

We managed to subdue the creature and found it securely.

Since the creature is invisible, we have no way of determining its shape or form.

Pearson suggests that we chloroform it and make a plaster cast of it.

That way we'd have a solid, dimensional figure.

July 23, evening.

The plaster model is finished.

It is the most dreadful insect I have ever seen.

My, my. The cocoon released an invisible insect about the size of a large

dog.

July 28.

This morning, I discovered what the creature feeds on.

Its exclusive nutriment is human blood.

There must be a model of it somewhere around here.

I'll let you come to one, you'll never find it.

I'll risk my neck for his, never!

He's dead.

His throat was pierced.

Did you see anything?

I saw nothing.

Yet I know.

I know something was there.

Run away, Hug.

There are hundreds of them.

Hundreds of them.

The stories you see and hear on Tales of Tomorrow are about people who face

strange and unexplainable problems.

These stories are created by those whose curiosity about the future and about the

universe around us is vivid and compelling.

Many of the situations in which the characters find themselves may seem

improbable, but are they impossible?

Nobody really knows.

We do know that the universe that surrounds us is an enormous mystery.

Our stories try to break through the barrier of life as we know it to

discover in our imaginations what life beyond may be like.

And after you left here, what happened?

We hid ourselves in the cave.

We waited.

We waited for you to arrive.

Then the food we'd taken with us was all gone.

Uncle John went out to find some more.

It was night.

Tom and I were asleep.

We didn't even know he'd left.

Then Tom went after it.

We're fools for staying here. We should make a run for it. Mr. Borden, please

don't leave me. No, of course I won't, Susan.

Miss, you've got to tell me.

Is it true that there are invisible things like that outside?

Yes.

Yes, it's true.

You can't see them, but they're there.

Waiting. Oh, it's waiting.

Tonight you can hear them.

Hundreds of them.

Gratching, growling, trying to get in.

Susan, Susan.

Haven't you been through enough? What about me? Do you think I like this?

They're invisible.

How do we know they're not in here already?

There are dozens of places white in this room where they could be hiding.

If they were in this room, Brannigan, I'm sure we'd know about it by now. Oh,

really?

I'm not taking any chances.

They're just waiting for us, biding their time.

Susan, we'll be here all night.

I feel sure we're perfectly safe. But if you want, I can give you a sedative.

I don't want to sleep.

I don't ever want to sleep.

Listen to them out there. There must be dozens out there.

We'll never be able to get out of here. What is it?

They've started again.

Oh, don't worry, Susan.

We're absolutely safe. Oh, no, we're not. I told you we should have made a

run for it. Well, nobody stopped you. Look. Who wants to get away?

Run again.

Hurry.

Barricade that hole.

Susan.

Over here, quickly.

It's in the room. It's in the room.

They're in here.

We can't see them.

But they're in here somewhere.

Look for any sign of motion.

Keep your eyes on everything.

If you even think you see something move, fire.

Help me, Bob!

It's choking me!

Something to tie it up with, quickly.

Hold it tight, till I find it. Am I keeping the large one or kill it?

Cast the rope on the knee.

Careful. Not too tightly.

It's struggling.

There. The rope to hold it.

Let's carry it to that cot there.

I've given her sedatives.

No use both of us doing without sleep.

You take the first shift.

I'll wake you up in two hours.

We've got to get out of here.

Get to the river.

But there are hundreds of those creatures out there. I don't care. I'll

take my chances.

Flanagan!

Flanagan, come back here!

Flanagan!

Incredible, but then why not?

After all, they are insects.

Look, there's a whole crate of them here.

Suit! It's our only chance.

We need to carry as many of these bombs as we can.

We'll release a constant spray as we go.

Even if it doesn't kill them, it'll stop them from following.

With luck, we should make the river Barboni. Come on, Susan.

All right.

You rest well.

When you get to Minos, you'll inform the authorities.

They'll send down a fleet of planes and spray this entire area.

Please.

Apart from Earth, is there life in the universe?

Nobody really knows.

But it is possible that in the space beyond us there is life, that there are

other suns giving warmth and life to worlds like ours.

In the years, in the ages, in the eons ahead, we may find the answer to our

questions. We may find that in the space beyond us, beyond the stars,

far richer than our own.

Tales of Tomorrow speculates about such a future.

Next week, same time, same station, another gripping story on Tales of

Tomorrow.