CHAPTER VIThe Living City
JOHN LUX found himself sprawling face-downward upon a slick, glassy surface.
He felt faint, drained of strength, exhausted. His limbs trembled as if from extreme fatigue. By now he was familiar with these symptoms. They were the physical reactions which always accompanied the phenomenon of teleportation.
So he had teleported from the place of danger! But—to where?
He lurched to his knees and came staggering to his feet. The hard, glassy stuff beneath him, he now saw, was some sort of paving material, although unlike any he had seen on an Earthly street in his own age. It was as smooth and sleek as fine porcelain, rosy white, and slightly resilient—perhaps of some spongy or elastic composition.
His eyes stung; his vision blurred; perspiration, coldly beading h
