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(From "Prize Comics" number 1, 1940.)
Uhuh… The machine is the space between ladder rungs. Oh, yeah, these guys were messin’ around with the stuff. Just read the article from Popular Science from back in da day:
“Check out the new guy. He still has all his hair.”
This isn’t the worst job ever. The worst job ever is being a front row soldier in a medeival army, You know, the ones who storm the city walls and climb on top of that ladder, only to get boiling tar cast all over themselves – not to mention stab wounds, arrows, plain blunt trauma and the risk of being trampled over by your comrades in case you actually make it out alive.
Why does the machine look like some kind of dog sled?
@TheJay: Even without his displacer beast-hide cloak of displacement he could very well make all those saving throws just like Robin Hood or Strider or Ye Olde Robin of Batman and Robin legend…
Gero, clearly this is the radium-powered dogsled we’ve heard so much about. Duh.
Guys, you’re all missing it.
See that? That thing with the long flowing hair and thick beard? Wearing only gloves and a speedo/diaper?
That’s the machine. It’s some kind of prototype robot (you know, the ones that go berserk around page five of the story), and the ‘ladder’ is obviously the way ground control is pushing the power supply toward the robot.
That’s a machine? It looks like a sled or someone had started to build a boat.
“A ball of raw radium is placed in the machine. It falls through to the floor. The red-faced builder excuses himself for a moment to get the engine that should have been installed in the frame of the machine, and the whole process begins again.”