Yesterday's Revenge — Story, Setting & Ideas
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On the Master's desk the visiscreen glowed softly into life, and from it his secretary spoke. "Technician Heidkamp, special director Capitol Mecho-lab 43, desires an audience in the Room of Power to demonstrate the Time Visor to your Excellency."
"Has it been inspected by the Director of Precautions?" The Master's fingers drummed nervously on his desk and he cast a sidelong glance behind him, although he knew that no human being could penetrate the Room of Power without his orders.
"No, your Excellency, it bears a waiver with your signature."
"No matter, have it inspected and report back at once."
The visiscreen faded into lifelessness, and the Master returned to his musing. "No one in all the history of the world has ever been so powerful as I," he muttered, and yet he knew that in his heart there was fear, a fear which he had not the courage to face.
Again the visiscreen glowed, this time with the image of the Director of Precautions, who reported, "I, Melsit, have inspected the Time Visor, Experimental Permit No. 445,826, and find it to contain no dangerous elements."
"It is well," said the Master, releasing the elevator lock, "Technician Heidkamp may bring it to my Presence, accompanied by two of the Guard. Remain in communication."
A bell rang softly as the elevator rose into view. Technician Heidkamp, a man whose gray, lined face and desolate eyes belied his middle-age, gave the salute, then entered wheeling before him a cabinet whose glass panels revealed an intricacy of tubes and wiring in interlacing spirals. Behind him came the giant Guards, watchful and impassive.
The Master watched, smiling secretly as he exulted in his power over Heidkamp. It was small pleasure to have the right of life and death over the workers who toiled in the depths of the city, but here was one of the great minds of all time, whom the Master could crush out of existence like an insect. The Master's eyes sparkled as he acknowledged the salute of the Technician.
From the top of the cabinet Heidkamp lifted the separate eyepiece, its control buttons showing white against the ruby case, and laid it on the Master's desk. Again he saluted.
"Your Excellency, a year ago you commanded me to construct a machine through which, for your amusement, you could view the past. Night and day I have labored, and now I offer to you the Time Visor through which you may view one small segment of the past--that time when the world, long tottering on the brink of disaster, spread too late the wings of war, and hurled itself to its long ruin. From this high place you may see the towers of Manhattan once more piled against the southern sky, in the midst of that vast ancient web of bridges, highways and villages, with its great harbor filled with the shipping that the War of the Wings has since destroyed. Look downward, and you may follow hour by hour the simple life of the old village of Nyack where our city now stands. Or you may carry it to the ends of the earth, and view the whole crowded world of those other days.
"The instrument is adjusted to your Excellency's eyes. The lower button regulates the magnification, now set at three diameters. Your Excellency, you have long possessed the present and the future. It is my honor now to offer you the past." Heidkamp paused, his face glowing with the impersonal exultation of the born scientist.
The Master lifted the instrument toward his eyes, and as he did so, saw on the southern horizon a small cloud, intensely black, and from some forgotten saying there flashed uneasily through his mind the phrase "no larger than a man's hand." But through the eye piece there was no cloud, but a dawn-cleared sky into which the haphazard towers of the now almost legendary Manhattan lifted their pinnacles, softened by plumes of drifting smoke and flattered by slanting bars of golden sunlight. Long the Master looked, and at length turned the visor directly downward, to look through half a mile of empty space at a village sprawled toylike on a green hill sloping upward from the river.
The story opens with a compressed history of wars—World War, War of the Wings, War of the Rockets, Pacifist War, World Revolution—each escalating in destruction until a 'Peace of Fear' settles over a rebuilt but hate-soaked world. The dictator known only as the Master sits in his 'Room of Power,' a silver campanile atop the Serene Tower, isolated from the resentful populace he controls through robots and terror. The narrative voice is dense with irony: the Master has achieved a gleaming civilization, yet 'nowhere beneath that darkening sky could he count a single friend.'
When his chief technician, Heidkamp, demonstrates a Time Visor that can observe the past, the Master becomes fixated on a woman glimpsed in the device. His desire overrides his caution, leading him to order her retrieval from history—a plan that Heidkamp warns is fraught with unknown dangers. The excerpts reveal a ruler caught between his own paranoia and a reckless passion, a tension that drives the plot forward.
The Master's Contradictory Domain
The Master's citadel is described in terms that emphasize both its technological marvel and its moral emptiness. The 'Serene Tower' rises half a mile, its Room of Power 'a miraculous campanulet of silver' with glass walls that let in the sounds of the city—'purr and whisper and whine.' Yet the peace is a facade: the ground is 'soaked with blood of the lost generations,' and the Master rules through 'the lash, the torture chamber and the purge.'
His control is absolute but brittle. He trusts neither the brutal Guard nor his own robots entirely; he travels with a telepathic amplifier-converter carried by two robots, a device whose structure is known only to him. The city he rebuilt along the Hudson is 'fair,' with 'miles of mighty windowed ramparts' and 'terraced orchards,' but the landscape is also scarred by 'desolate shell torn slopes.' The Master's achievement is real, yet the narrative undercuts it with reminders of the cost: the 'hate' that 'vibrated in the very ground.'
Obsession Across Time
The Time Visor is the story's central device, but the excerpts focus less on its mechanics than on its psychological effect. The Master, who has not left his tower in months, becomes consumed by the image of a woman from the past. Heidkamp's experiments are described in terms of 'progress' and 'miracle,' but the Master's motivation is purely personal: 'the mad passion inspired by the girl in the Time Visor gave him no rest.'
His orders to Heidkamp are laced with threats—'you shall repent it in the longest, keenest agony'—yet the Master himself is increasingly fearful. He wonders if 'the old gods still lived' and whether a storm he witnessed was a sign. The narrative builds a parallel between his desire to control the past and his inability to control his own emotions. The woman is never named in the excerpts; she remains an object of obsession, a catalyst for the Master's recklessness.
Foreboding and the Weight of History
The story's atmosphere is thick with omens. When the Master surveys his city before descending to the vaults, he sees 'the crimson of the west spread over the whole dome of the heavens like a great flame, and the city and the landscape seemed to flow with blood.' This vision echoes an earlier storm that 'quivered with a concentration of the hate that always subtly beat upon him.' The narrative uses natural phenomena to externalize the Master's internal dread.
His descent into the 'blue lighted corridor' with his robot escort is described as a 'strange procession,' the robots 'beyond any man's imaginings, whose very presence made the air electric with menace.' The Master's foreboding is palpable: he fears being 'trapped and lost in the dimness of these vaults and the enticements of the past.' The excerpts suggest that the past is not a passive resource to be plundered but an active, potentially vengeful force—a theme hinted at in the title, Yesterday's Revenge.
The excerpts present a tightly focused narrative: a dictator's obsession with a woman from the past, set against a backdrop of a world rebuilt on fear. The story's power lies in its contrasts—between the sterile perfection of the Master's city and the bloody ground it stands on, between his absolute control and his growing unease. Readers should pay attention to the way the natural world mirrors the Master's psychological state, and how the Time Visor serves not as a tool of scientific inquiry but as a mirror for desire and dread. The incomplete excerpts leave the outcome uncertain, but the title promises that the past will not be easily mastered.
This book’s cruel, sterile ruler made me recall my grandfather’s quiet insistence on photographing every ruined church after the war. He never explained why. The Long Way — Reading Companion touched that same nerve, the ache of building over what was lost rather than living inside it. I sat a long while afterward, just holding the feeling.
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