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           Powelllookedupbriefly,andsaid,"SodoI.Youneedn’tfeelselfconscious.Butunlessyouwanttobatheinmilkanddowithoutdrinking"

           "We’lldowithoutdrinkingeventually,anyway.Greg,wheredoesthisinterstellartravelcomein?’

           "Youtellme.Maybewejustkeepongoing.We’dgetthere,eventually.Atleastthedustofourskeletonswould–butisn’tourdeaththewholepointofTheBrain’soriginalbreakdown?"

           Donovanspokewithhisbacktotheother,"Greg,I’vebeenthinking.It’sprettybad.There’snotmuchtodo–exceptwalkaroundortalktoyourself.Youknowthosestoriesaboutguysmaroonedinspace.Theygonutslongbeforetheystarve.Idon’tknow,Greg,buteversincethelightswenton,Ifeelfunny."

           Therewasasilence,thenPowell’svoicecamethinandsmall,"SodoI.What’sitlike?"

           Theredheadedfigureturned,"Feelfunnyinside.There’sapoundinginmewitheverythingtense.It’shardtobreathe.Ican’tstandstill."

           "Um-m-m.Doyoufeelvibration?"

           "Howdoyoumean?"

           "Sitdownforaminuteandlisten.Youdon’thearit,butyoufeelit–asifsomething’sthrobbingsomewheresandit’sthrobbingthewholeship,andyou,too,alongwithit.Listen-"

           "Yeah...yeah.Whatdoyouthinkitis,Greg?Youdon’tsupposeit’sus?"

           "Itmightbe."Powellstrokedhismustacheslowly."Butitmightbetheship’sengines.Itmightbegettingready."

           "Forwhat?"

           "Fortheinterstellarjump.Itmaybecomingandthedevilknowswhatit’slike."

           Donovanpondered.