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Homework week 7

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Brothers Beyond the Void by Paul W. Fairman

Story originally published in Fantastic Adventures in 1952, ... “I am Charles Marcusson. I come from Earth. I come in peace and with a spirit of brotherhood.” He didn’t expect them to understand, but he had invented that speech during the long hours in void and wanted to get it off his chest.

The Martians glanced at each other with bright interest. They did not speak to Marcusson but discussed something between themselves, glancing now and again at the spires of the city beyond the rolling hills.

IT WAS obvious to Marcusson that they were attempting to arrive at some decision. A moment later he knew this had been accomplished because they nodded in agreement and turned their attention to the Earthman.

But cautiously and with ever-present alertness. The one with the weapon motioned—a beckoning motion—after which he pointed across the hills toward a spot somewhat to the right of the city.

Then, both Martians invited Marcusson to walk in that direction by doing so themselves. They stopped, glanced back expectantly, and both of them smiled.

Marcusson chuckled inwardly at these hospitable and kindly gestures. Without hesitation, he moved in the indicated direction. The Martians registered, between themselves, a marked satisfaction. An almost childlike elation, Marcusson thought, at getting their simple ideas across to him. They did not come close, but moved to a point on either side of him and well out of harm’s way if he made a quick movement. The armed one kept his weapon ever at ready, but his smile mirrored the friendliness in his mind.

Marcusson estimated, they had travelled about four miles when they moved over a low hill and came to the house. Obviously it was a house, but it was like nothing Marcusson had ever seen in the way of a dwelling:

It was a perfect square, and no attempt had been made to achieve beauty. Each side ran about twenty feet, and beside it was a smaller square, identical in every respect except size. Grayish windowless walls about ten feet high. Marcusson got the impression of a stockade with a roof, and a tool shed hard by.

The door was merely a section of the wall that pushed inward. Marcusson would have had trouble locating it. One of the Martians opened the door and then both of them stepped back, a careful distance away, and indicated. Marcusson was being invited to precede them.

This he did and was struck immediately by the lighting system inside; or rather, by the apparent absence of a lighting system. He could not discover from whence came the illumination; yet, through some indirect means, there was shadowless light throughout the single room of the house.

Swiftly he took the place in, and marveled at the entirely different manner in which another race on another planet could arrive at the same objective as the inhabitants of Earth. While the contents of the great room bore no similarity to the furnishings of a Terran home, yet there was no doubt that people could live here comfortably and adequately.

They’ll be surprised, he thought, when I tell them about this back in New York.

The Martians entered behind him, closed the door and looked at each other in complete understanding.

NEVER IN his life had Marcusson had such a feeling of contentment, well-being, and achievement. At times he thought to marvel at how smoothly everything had gone. Time slipped by and he felt no sense of urgency, because each day brought accomplishment in increased knowledge of these people.

He did not see any Martians other than the two in whose house he lived. And he got the idea he was being jealously guarded by these two; sort of an honored guest they didn’t care to share with their world.

This amused him and he made no protest because he felt all that could be taken care of in due time. Besides, he was learning a great deal about the Martians. He discovered they were far ahead of Earthlings in many facets of science. The lighting, for instance. He was never able to discover from whence it came. Yet he knew that it was artificial.

The small shed next to the house seemed to contain a great many things they needed. He was never invited to enter it and did not press the point, but he felt sure the lighting, the refrigeration, the water supply and all the Martian’s conveniences of living originated in that small building.

He was somewhat surprised that, while the two Martians were unfailingly attentive and courteous, they continued to mistrust him. They never came close to him in a pair. Always one stood back on the alert, ready to use the small weapon if necessary.

He discarded his own weapon the first night, as a gesture of friendship. He was disappointed, but not discouraged, when they did not reciprocate.

Yet he had no complaint. It was a little like having two excellent servants to do his bidding night and day.

And he was puzzled at the continual air of anticipation between them. They had long discussions in the soft liquid language and, though he couldn’t understand it, he felt it was all of a tenor, always relative to the same subject.

THEN CAME the day he’d hoped for—the day they definitely became more intimate with him. The taller of the two took the initiative in the missionary work, and after a little time Marcusson found out what he was driving at. He wanted to know about the place Marcusson had come from.

Their intercourse took on varied forms. Marcusson printed the word Earth on a metal writing plate and the Martian swiftly understood. He put down some spidery hieroglyphics of his own and Marcusson picked up a smattering of the language. But not much. It was very difficult.

Most of the communications were by way of drawings. When Marcusson indicated the Martian domicile with a wave of his arm and then sketched a Terran cottage, the. Martian was highly elated and went into conference with his partner.

The Martian evinced a tremendous interest in the sketch and Marcusson elaborated upon it greatly, sketching out the rooms, the furnishings, and several outside angles until the Martian appeared satisfied.

On the day following the final sketching of a Terran dwelling place, Marcusson awoke to find what he rated as almost a miracle. The Martians alertly invited him outside and over the brow of the nearest hill. Marcusson gasped.

They had built him a house. They watched him closely for his reaction, and were pleased when it was favorable. Marcusson moved forward in a daze, entered the cottage and felt himself to be back on Earth. Every detail of his sketches had been carried out with amazing accuracy. The furniture, the floor-coverings, the wall-paper—even the light fixtures were in place. And when Marcusson snapped a wall switch, the bulbs gave forth the yellow radiance he had known on Terra.

He was astounded. They are far ahead of us, he thought. Beside them, we are children. Here advance science is commonplace. Science of which we have not even dreamed.

But Conrad was right, he thought warmly. They are people. Basically they are no different from us.

Marcusson moved into his new home that night, much to the delight of the Martians. He ate his dinner at a table which could have come from any Terran furniture store. He lay down in a bed any Terran would have been proud to own.

The Martians did not dine with him. Instead they stood by, conversing in their soothing musical language, happiness mirrored in every syllable.

When darkness fell, they left him alone in his house.

Marcusson filled the early evening hours studying the written Martian language. He had made quite a little progress with the words and could now pick out phrases and whole sentences from the long, narrow books the two Martians had given him. It was about time, he decided, to widen his areas of research. Tomorrow he would insist upon visiting the gray city across the hills.

BUT THE people of the city came to visit him. He arose the next morning and found breakfast awaiting him. But as he sat down to the table, something caught his eye through the window. He arose and went outside.

The Martians were there—hundreds of them—and more coming over the hills from the spired city.

A chill such as he had never known swept through Marcusson. He saw the bars in which he was imprisoned—the cage erected around his house—the sign in Martian lettering he interpreted into his own language and read with horror:


He saw the staring eyes of the Martians and realized the full, ghastly truth of Conrad’s words: People are the same everywhere.

He gripped the cage bars in his fists.

And screamed.

Question 1
What is a synonym for "void" in this context?

Mars is named after a God what was he in charge of?
What does hospitable mean?
What is a synonym for elation?
How did Marcusson initially view the Martians?
What shape was the house?
What is a stockade?
What was surprisingly not inside the house?
Where did Marcusson come from?
How did the two martians he was staying with make him feel?
What does reciprocate mean?
What are hieroglyphics?
What is a synonym for domicile?
What is a synonym for elated?
What is a synonym for elaborated?
What had the martians erected?
How were the Martians more advanced than humans?
How did Marcusson view the martian language?
What happened to Marcusson?
This was turned into an episode of the twighlight zone called "people are the same everywhere" - what does this infer?


  • Richard Petrie
    Posted 31st May 2020 12:52 pm 0Likes

    I liked the story

    • Diane Bleach
      Posted 17th June 2020 10:04 pm 0Likes

      Glad you enjoyed it

    Posted 31st May 2020 1:58 pm 0Likes

    i did this straight after

  • richard bullen
    Posted 1st June 2020 11:38 am 0Likes

    it was really difficult

    • Diane Bleach
      Posted 7th June 2020 3:21 pm 0Likes

      It’s supposed to be challenging

  • Olivia
    Posted 1st June 2020 4:34 pm 0Likes

    Didn’t get some of the questions so I just guessed those ones.

    • Diane Bleach
      Posted 2nd June 2020 2:49 pm 0Likes

      If you read the text again rather than guessing you will score higher

  • Monisha
    Posted 2nd June 2020 11:21 am 0Likes

    I loved this passage and I really enjoyed reading it.

    Posted 2nd June 2020 2:28 pm 0Likes

    I could not submit my homework as the submit button has gone missing.

    • Diane Bleach
      Posted 2nd June 2020 2:48 pm 0Likes

      Ela you did submit it, it shows on my results page

  • Lucas Potte
    Posted 5th June 2020 9:27 am 0Likes


  • Saketh
    Posted 6th June 2020 8:57 pm 0Likes

    it was kind of hard so i guessed a few questions

    • Diane Bleach
      Posted 7th June 2020 2:28 pm 0Likes

      Just read the text again if you dont understand the question

  • Meredith
    Posted 7th June 2020 12:10 pm 0Likes

    I really enjoyed this story!

  • Maria
    Posted 8th June 2020 11:39 am 0Likes

    It was a strange story.😊

    • Diane Bleach
      Posted 17th June 2020 9:57 pm 0Likes

      I hope you would expect nothing less from me – the idea is that it is interesting.

  • sabrina
    Posted 10th June 2020 9:09 pm 0Likes

    It was quite hard but I managed it kinda 🙂

    • Diane Bleach
      Posted 17th June 2020 10:04 pm 0Likes

      Well don Sabrina that is the attitude

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