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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 that we were being scrutinised 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 12th of August

A huge mass of luminous green 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

Then came the night the first missile approached Earth

It was thought to be an ordinary falling star

But the 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 still they 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 still they 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