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JOURNALIST: No one would have believed, in the last years of the
nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds
of space.

No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope
studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered
the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds
immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and
surely, they drew their plans against us.

At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars
and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling
towards us, came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth.
As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile, starting on its way.

And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars - bright
green, drawing a green mist behind it - a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy,
the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no
living thing on that remote, forbidding planet.

'The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one,' he said.
'The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but still they
come!'

JOURNALIST: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought
to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the
Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across,
glowing hot... and with faint sounds of movement coming from within.

Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a
man inside, trying to escape. he rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him
before he could burn himself on the metal.

'The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one,' he said.
'The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but they still
come!'
'Yes, the chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one,' he said.
'The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but they still come!'

It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as
though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of
shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all
seemed so safe and tranquil.

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ZIARIST: Nimeni nu ar fi crezut, în ultimii ani ai
secolul al XIX-lea, ca afacerile umane au fost vizionate de lumi atemporale
de spatiu.

Nimeni nu ar fi visat noi au fost analizate, ca cineva cu un microscop
studii de creaturi care roiesc si multiplica într-o picatura de apa. Putini oameni, chiar luate în considerare
posibilitatea de a vietii pe alte planete si totusi, în golful de spatiu, mintea
incomparabil superior al nostru pe acest Pamant privit cu ochi invidiosi, si încet si
cu siguranta, au atras planurile lor împotriva noastra.

La miezul noptii a douasprezecea august, o masa mare de gaz luminos erupt de pe Marte
si a accelerat fata de Pamânt. Peste doua sute de milioane de mile nule, invizibil repezindu
fata de noi, a venit primul dintre rachete care au fost de a aduce nenorocire atât de mult de Pamant.
Asa cum am vazut, nu a fost un alt jet de gaz. A fost o alta racheta, începând de la drumul sau.

Si ca e modul în care aceasta a fost pentru urmatoarele zece nopti. Un episod acut, sa tâsneasca de la Marte - luminos
verde, desen o ceata verde în spatele ei - o frumoasa, dar cumva vedere tulburatoare. Ogilvy,
astronom, ma asigurat am fost în nici un pericol. El a fost convins nu ar putea exista
lucru care traiesc pe aceasta planeta de la distanta, interzicând.

'Sansele de orice vine de pe Marte sunt un milion la unu', a spus el.
'Sansele de orice vine de pe Marte sunt un milion la unu -, dar totusi ele
vin! '

ZIARIST: Apoi a venit noaptea prima racheta abordat Pamânt. A fost crezut
pentru a fi o stea obisnuita care se încadreaza, dar a doua zi a fost un crater imens în mijlocul de
Comun, si Ogilvy au venit sa examineze ceea ce pune acolo: un cilindru de metri, treizeci de peste,
luminos cald ... si cu sunete slabe de circulatie vine din interior.

Dintr-o data de sus a început mutarea, rotirea, desurubare, si Ogilvy se temeau ca a fost o
Inside Man, încercând sa scape. el sa grabit sa cilindru, dar caldura intensa-l oprit
înainte de a putea sa se arda pe de metal.

'Sansele de orice vine de pe Marte sunt un milion la unu', a spus el.
'Sansele de orice vine de pe Marte sunt un milion la unu -, dar ele înca
vin! '
'Da, sansele de orice vine de pe Marte sunt un milion la unu', a spus el.
'Sansele de orice vine de pe Marte sunt un milion la unu -, dar ei vin în continuare!'

Se pare ca totul incredibil pentru mine acum ca toata lumea a petrecut în acea seara ca
desi ar fi fost la fel ca oricare alta. De la statia de cale ferata a venit sunetul a
trenuri de manevra, de apel si hodorogit, moale aproape în melodie de la distanta. Toate
parea atât de sigura si linistita.