...His ship seemed to stand still in the void, except that gradually Mars became larger. At a million miles, it was a great, glowing ball as big as the Moon seen from Earth; and it grew like an expanding balloon until its dark bulk filled half the sky, and lost its redness.
Continents took form, mountains, seas, incredible gorges, rock-strewn and barren stretches of flat land. Grimmer grew the picture, deadlier every forsaken aspect of that gnarled old planet. Mars, seen through an electric telescope at thirty thousand miles, was like a too-old human being, withered, bony, ugly, cold-looking, drooling with age, enormously repellent.
The dark area that was Mare Cimmerium showed as a fanged, terrible sea. Silent, almost tideless, the waters lay under the eternal blue-dark skies; but no ship could ever breast those placid waters. Endless miles of jagged rocks broke the surface. There were no patterns, no channels, simply the sea and the protruding rock...
Slan, by A E van Vogt. Correctly guessed by Dylan Jeninga - 2 points.
This one is by Edmond Hamilton. It is not set actually on Mars, but concerns a quarrel between a Jovian and a Martian. What is the tale?
...Thikar's green face darkened with passion and his hand strayed towards the atom pistol at his belt.
"Nobody can talk to me like that," the big Jovian said thickly.
Quorn's black eyes narrowed to pinpoints and his own arm tensed clawlike above the pistol in his belt-holster.
"Do you feel rebellious, Thikar?" he purred tigerishly. "Would you like to argue the matter with me? If so - go right ahead!"
Johnny Kirk saw Thikar's sullen eyes waver and drop before the deadly menace in the mixed breed's face. The Jovian was outfaced.
The girl beside Ul Quorn intervened. She was pure Martian in beauty, with midnight hair and slumbrous eyes and smooth red features of sultry loveliness. In her tight green bodice and slit skirt, she was lithe and quick as a sand-cat of her native world.
"We'll get nowhere by quarreling with each other," she told Ul Quorn anxiously in her low, husky voice...
For the answer to Excerpt 2 see Tale-To-Author.
blundered into the cave by pure luck. He knew nothing about Mars or
its deserts except what the Company put in its handbook, and that was
damn little. He was a big man and a strong man, born in the mountains
with a more than ordinary tolerance for altitude, and he had had to
spend less than a week in the dome before they shifted him to the new
post in the eastern Sabaeus. He did what he was told and no more than
he was told, laid away his pay every week in anticipation of one
almighty spree when they brought him in at the next opposition, and had
nothing but contempt for the native Martians. Grekka they were
called, and that was all he knew or cared about them. To him they
looked like animals and they were animals, in spite of the fact that
they could talk and build houses and kept herds of peg-legged
monstrosities which seemed to serve as cattle. Hell - parrots could
talk and ants kept cattle!
The Cave by P Schuyler Miller (Astounding Stories, January 1943). Nobody guessed this one.
This next one (it is hardly necessary to say) is by Ray Bradbury. Which story is it?
The City was a city all right, and, to a point, self-sustaining. But, eventually, the rarest butterflies of metal gossamer, gaseous oil and fiery dream sank to earth, the machines that repaired the machines that repaired the machines grew old, ill and damaging of themselves. Here then was the bestial garage, the slumberous elephant's bone yard where the aluminium dragons crawled rusting out their souls, hopeful of one live person left among so much active but dead metal, that person to put things right. One God of the machines to say, you Lazarus-elevator, rise up! You hovercraft, be reborn! And anoint them with leviathan oils, tap them with magical wrench and send them forth to almost eternal lives in and on the air and above the quicksilver paths...
For the answer to Excerpt 4 see Tale-To-Author.
"I must warn you that the drug is not wholly reliable," said the drum-chested, mummy-lean keeper of the dive. His voice boomed like the croaking of some gigantic frog, that had contrived to shape itself into human vocables. "Before and after it, you must keep your mind fixed undeviatingly on whatever events you have desired to re-live. Otherwise you may re-live happenings which you have wished to forget."
"In other words, the clock is turned back? I have heard that the drug creates a complete illusion of reality - sight, hearing, taste and touch."
"Yes, as you earthmen understand illusion - and reality. When the mnemoka
has taken full effect, you will have all the sensation of experiencing
certain past events as if they were part of the present..."
This is from the story-fragment Mnemoka, by Clark Ashton Smith. I honestly believed that no one would get it, but Dylan Jeninga replied promptly with the answer and gains the 2 points. I suppose he has been browsing the excellent Smith website, The Eldritch Dark.
This is a question to be posed before the excerpt is given:
How do we know that John Carter, Warlord of Mars, attended the 1893 Chicago World's Fair?
Answer in Tale To Author.
...Long ago, a human race with a highly advanced civilization and great scientific powers had flourished in this part of Mars. They were known even to have achieved space travel and to have explored other worlds. But with their passing, this achievement had been lost.
That ancient Martian people had had wonderful mechanical aptitude. They delighted in constructing ever more complex labor-saving machines to spare them the necessity of any drudgery. They had called themselves the Machine-masters because all labor in their metropolis was eventually performed by imperishable, self-powered machines that worked in fixed, unalterable routines.
But the Machine-masters, with no toil or struggle to stimulate their energies, soon fell into decadence. There was no need to worry about food. It was all raised and brought to them by machines. Their clothing was made by other machines. They had not even any enemies to fear. Around their city, mindless machine guards patrolled which would instantly slay any intruder.
the Machine-masters, sinking further into decadence, had finally passed
away. But their wondrous Machine City remained... Everyone in the
System had heard of the Machine City. But few had ever dared even to
approach it, so formidable were the great mechanical guards that still
protected the place...
This is from the misleadingly named novel Galaxy Mission, by Edmond Hamilton. Doubtless some dunderheaded editor foisted the name on the story, which is set mostly on Mars and Saturn.
The following is from a tale by Frederick Pohl. Which one? Send your answer to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Recent researches into the surviving documents of the Old Race of Mars have provided insights into the morals and manners of these quaint, extinct creatures who at one time were the only outpost of intelligent life in our Solar System. Three-fingered, cleft of chin, addicted to carrying umbrellas in the early stages of their long history, these Martian humanoids have represented a considerable mystery, both as to their way of life and its abrupt and disastrous end - so recently in time.
Our new studies make it possible to understand many of the questions, including the answer to the greatest question of all: What killed the Martian race in its prime, only some four centuries ago?
As we know, Martian civilization, unlike that of Earth, arose in its southern hemisphere. This had far-reaching consequences. As on Earth an entire mythology grew around the North Star and its attendant circumpolar constellations, so it was on Mars, with its clearer air and consequent sharper view of the Milky Way and other nebulosities.
On Mars, of course, it was the South Star that was the "hub" of their heaven - rather, would have been, had there been a "South Star".
Unfortunately, and the Martian South Celestial Pole there is no star of significant magnitude. The pole itself is located roughly midway between the quite unimportant stars Mu Velae and Iota Carinae, in a tentacled patch of the Milky Way shaped rather like a three-fingered hand with opposed thumb. The pole itself is located near the palm of the hand.
This resemblance to a hand had unfortunate effects on the Martian mythos...
Answer in Tale-To-Author.
...Now Marvin was able to take stock of himself. He looked at his legs, which were long and spindly. There was no knee joint; instead, the leg was pivoted at the ankle, shin, midthigh, and upper thigh. He walked, and admired the fluid motion of his movements. His arms were slightly thicker than his legs, and his double-jointed hands had three fingers and two opposable thumbs. He could bend and twist these in a surprising number of ways.
He was dressed in black shorts and a white jumper. His chest-prop was folded neatly and covered with an embroidered leather case. He was amazed at how natural it all seemed.
And yet, it was not surprising. The ability of intelligent creatures to accommodate to new environments was what made Mindswap possible. And the Martian frame, despite certain striking morphological and sensory differences, was easy to get used to, unlike some of nature's more perverse creations.
was musing on this when he heard a door open behind him. He turned and
saw a Martian standing in front of him, dressed in a government uniform
of green and gray stripes. The Martian had reversed his feet in
greeting, and Marvin quickly responded in kind...
This is from Mindswap (1968) by Robert Sheckley.