Professor Jameson’s Adventures in the Universe Vol.1 by Neil R. Jones
(Professor Jameson, 1-3)
Forty million years after his death, Professor Jameson’s brain is reanimated and placed into a mechanical body. His adventures in his second, immortal life take him across the universe.
Professor Jameson’s Adventures in the Universe Vol.1 – Forty million years after his death, Professor Jameson’s brain is reanimated and placed into a mechanical body. His adventures in his second, immortal life take him across the universe.
The extreme cold of space had a cryogenic effect upon the Professor’s body which lay in death in a small capsule circling the Earth for 40,000,000 years. He was discovered by the Zoromes, a race of cyborgs, who wandered the universe in their immortal metallic bodies.
These are the stories of the Professor’s journeys among the stars with his new Zorome companions.
The Jameson Satellite (1931) – THE mammoths of the ancient world have been wonderfully preserved in the ice of Siberia. The cold only a few miles out into space, will be far more intense than in the polar regions and its power for preserving the dead body, therefore, would most probably be correspondingly enhanced. When the hero-scientist in this story knew he must die, he conceived a brilliant idea for the preservation of his body, the result of which even exceeded his expectations.
Prologue – The Rocket Satellite
Chapter I – 40,000,000 Years After
Chapter II – The Mysterious Space Craft
Chapter III – Recalled to Life
Chapter IV – The Dying World
Chapter V – Eternity or Death
The Planet of the Double Sun (1932) – A Sequel to “The Jameson Satellite”
— The Machine Men of Zor
— Blue and Orange Suns
— A Wondrous World
— The Canyon of Death
— The Tripeds’ Bones
— Weird Symbols
— Suicide and Tragedy
— Mystic Sounds
— The Insidious Menace
— Death’s Feast
— The Mystery Deepens
— The Eclipse
— Amid the Phantoms
— Professor Jameson Explains
— The Juggernaut
— The Last of the Zoromes
— Through the Inferno
— Eternal Loneliness
The Return of the Tripeds (1932) – A Sequel to “The Planet of the Double Sun”
— A Derelict of Space
— The Return of the Tripeds
— Rescued from Eternity
— The Tale of Glrg
— An Oath of Vengeance
— The Hypnotic Nullifiers
— The Transition Cube
— Into the Blue Dimension
— The Menacing Stilt Walkers
— Turning the Tables
— Air Raiders
— Hell Breaks Loose
— Death’s Feast
— Ghosts of the Past
— An Amazing Revelation
— Back to Trulfk
— The Ocean’s Secret
Neil Ronald Jones (1909–1988) was not prolific, and little remembered today, except for his Professor Jameson series. And yet this one series of stories was quite groundbreaking and consequential.
Isaac Asimov read The Jameson Satellite as a young boy. He later said, “Jones treated them (the Zoromes) as mechanical men, making them objective without being unfeeling, benevolent without being busybodies.” He cited Jones’ Zoromes as the “spiritual ancestors” of his positronic robot series and credited them as the origin of his attraction to the idea of benevolent robots.
Jones himself, once said he was inspired to invent the Zoromes by H. G. Wells’ Martians from The War of the Worlds, whose weak bodies were augmented by giant war machines.
Professor Jameson’s Adventures in the Universe Vol.1 has 5 illustrations.
Excerpt: The Jameson Satellite
The Rocket Satellite
IN the depths of space, some twenty thousand miles from the earth, the body of Professor Jameson within its rocket container cruised upon an endless journey, circling the great sphere. The rocket was a satellite of the huge, revolving world around which it held to its orbit. In the year 1958, Professor Jameson had sought a plan whereby he might preserve his body indefinitely after his death. He had worked long and hard upon the subject.
Since the time of the Pharaohs, the human race had looked for a means by which the dead might be preserved against the ravages of time. Great had been the art of the Egyptians in the embalming of their deceased, a practice which was later lost to humanity of the ensuing mechanical age, never to be rediscovered. But even the embalming of the Egyptians, so Professor Jameson had argued, would be futile in the face of millions of years, the dissolution of the corpses being just as eventual as immediate cremation following death.
The professor had looked for a means by which the body could be preserved perfectly forever. But eventually he had come to the conclusion that nothing on earth is unchangeable beyond a certain limit of time. Just as long as he sought an earthly means of preservation, he was doomed to disappointment. All earthly elements are composed of atoms which are forever breaking down and building up, but never destroying themselves. A match may be burned, but the atoms are still unchanged, having resolved themselves into smoke, carbon dioxide, ashes, and certain basic elements. It was clear to the professor that he could never accomplish his purpose if he were to employ one system of atomic structure, such as embalming fluid or other concoction, to preserve another system of atomic structure, such as the human body, when all atomic structure is subject to universal change, no matter how slow.
He had then soliloquized upon the possibility of preserving the human body in its state of death until the end of all earthly time — to that day when the earth would return to the sun from which it had sprung. Quite suddenly one day he had conceived the answer to the puzzling problem which obsessed his mind, leaving him awed with its wild, uncanny potentialities.
He would have his body shot into space enclosed in a rocket to become a satellite of the earth as long as the earth continued to exist. He reasoned logically. Any material substance, whether of organic or inorganic origin, cast into the depths of space would exist indefinitely. He had visualized his dead body enclosed in a rocket flying off into the illimitable maw of space. He would remain in perfect preservation, while on earth millions of generations of mankind would live and die, their bodies to molder into the dust of the forgotten past. He would exist in this unchanged manner until that day when mankind, beneath a cooling sun, should fade out forever in the chill, thin atmosphere of a dying world. And still his body would remain intact and as perfect in its rocket container as on the day of the far-gone past when it had left the earth to be hurled out on its career. What a magnificent idea!
At first he had been assailed with doubts. Suppose his funeral rocket landed upon another planet or, drawn by the pull of the great sun, were thrown into the flaming folds of the incandescent sphere? The rocket might continue on out of the solar system, plunging through the endless seas of space for millions of years, to finally enter the solar system of some far off star, as meteors often enter ours. Suppose his rocket crashed upon a planet, or the star itself, or became a captive satellite of some celestial body?
It had been at this juncture that the idea of his rocket becoming the satellite of the earth had presented itself, and he had immediately incorporated it into his scheme. The professor had figured out the amount of radium necessary to carry the rocket far enough away from the earth so that it would not turn around and crash, and still be not so far away but what the earth’s gravitational attraction would keep it from leaving the vicinity of the earth and the solar system. Like the moon, it would forever revolve around the earth.
He had chosen an orbit sixty-five thousand miles from the earth for his rocket to follow. The only fears he had entertained concerned the huge meteors which careened through space at tremendous rates of speed. He had overcome this obstacle, however, and had eliminated the possibilities of a collision with these stellar juggernauts. In the rocket were installed radium repulsion rays which swerved all approaching meteors from the path of the rocket as they entered the vicinity of the space wanderer.
The aged professor had prepared for every contingency, and had set down to rest from his labors, reveling in the stupendous, unparalleled results he would obtain. Never would his body undergo decay; never would his bones bleach to return to the dust of the earth from which all men originally came and to which they must return. His body would remain millions of years in a perfectly preserved state, untouched by the hoary palm of such time as only geologists and astronomers can conceive.
His efforts would surpass even the wildest dreams of H. Rider Haggard who depicted the wondrous, embalming practices of the ancient nation of Kor in his immortal novel, “She,” wherein Holly, under the escort of the incomparable Ayesha, looked upon the magnificent, lifelike masterpieces of embalming by the long gone peoples of Kor.
With the assistance of a nephew, who carried out his instructions and wishes following his death, Professor Jameson was sent upon his pilgrimage into space within the rocket he himself had built. The nephew and heir kept the secret forever locked in his heart.
GENERATION after generation had passed upon its way. Gradually humanity had come to die out, finally disappearing from the earth altogether. Mankind was later replaced by various other forms of life which dominated the globe for their allotted spaces of time before they too became extinct. The years piled up on one another, running into millions, and still the Jameson Satellite kept its lonely vigil around the earth, gradually closing the distance between satellite and planet, yielding reluctantly to the latter’s powerful attraction.
Forty million years later, its orbit ranged some twenty thousand miles from the earth while the dead world edged ever nearer the cooling sun whose dull, red ball covered a large expanse of the sky. Surrounding the flaming sphere, many of the stars could be perceived through the earth’s thin, rarefied atmosphere. As the earth cut in slowly and gradually toward the solar luminary, so was the moon revolving ever nearer the earth appearing like a great gem in the twilight sky.
The rocket containing the remains of Professor Jameson continued its endless travel around the great ball of the earth whose rotation had now ceased entirely — one side forever facing the dying sun. There it pursued it lonely way, a cosmic coffin, accompanied by its funeral cortege of scintillating stars amid the deep silence of the eternal space which enshrouded it. Solitary it remained except for the occasional passing of a meteor flitting by at a remarkable speed on its aimless journey through the vacuum between worlds.
Would the satellite follow its orbit to the world’s end or would its supply of radium soon exhaust itself after so many eons of time, converting the rocket into the prey of the first large meteor which chanced that way? Would it some day return to the earth as its nearer approach portended, and increase its acceleration in a long arc to crash upon the surface of the dead planet? And when the rocket terminated its career, would the body of Professor Jameson be found perfectly preserved or merely a crumbled mound of dust?”
Excerpt From: Neil R. Jones. “Professor Jameson’s Adventures in the Universe Vol.1.”
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