A Thousand Years
- by Stan Lee[?], Larry Lieber[?], and Paul Reinman
- Journey into Mystery #53 (Atlas Comics, July 1961)
Man I’d give anything to be free! Anything!!
Man I’d give anything to be free! Anything!!
Maybe—maybe I could travel into the future by thinking myself there.
[. . .] all I have to do is remain under the electromagnetic rays for 24 hours . . . and I shall live as long as the redwood trees!
But I want a young wife--a glamorous one! Not a middle-aged female!
But if I could find outwhether the machine sends people intothe past or the future, then I would know something even he doesn’t know!
Can it really be that I’ve gone back into . . . the past??!
And now I shall send you back. . . hundreds of years into the past! You will have forty-eight hours to bring me Blackbeard’s treasure chest! Do not fail!
Yes, I am a genius . . . and that’s why I’m about to become fabuously rich! Just as soon as I finish my greatest invention . . .
Maybe I’ll even be given rights to 6_G as a reward!
Ahhh—an ancient explosion of a nuclear bomb! The perfect device with which to conquer the twenty-third century!
Unseen by human eyes, the two mighty spirit images race thru time and space . . .
For though I do not know your real identity . . . I, Cleopatra, have lost my heart to you!
At the conclusion of that adventure, Doom’s castle was abandoned by him, but there is still a chance that the machine he used to send us into the past may still be operational!
A baby dinosaur!! Don’t just stand there! Grab him!
You can win Odin’s enchanted hammer—but you will have to meet death first!
This bark is from a redwood that’s stood for five thousand years! But no matter what tests I subject it to, I’m unable to unearth its longevity factor!
Spider-Man! Well, much obliged to you, fella! I never knew you were so . . . cooperative!
We approach the time-space continuum of ancient Babylonia— It is there that the book which we seek was created milenniums [sic] ago!
Time is like a river! Dam it up at any one point . . . and it has no choice but to flow elsewhere . . . along other, easier routes!
That’s just what’s begun to torure me! How can I be sure he’s dead? I saw only a single searing blast! If I somehow survived it . . . couldn’t he have, too?