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Book One: Dune
Asswiftlyasithadcome,thesensationslippedawayfromhim,andherealizedtheentireexperiencehadtakenthespaceofaheartbeat.
Yet,hisownpersonalawarenesshadbeenturnedover,illuminatedinaterrifyingway.Hestaredaroundhim.
Nightstillcoveredthestilltentwithinitsrock-enclosedhideaway.Hismother’sgriefcouldstillbeheard.
Hisownlackofgriefcouldstillbefelt...thathollowplacesomewhereseparatedfromhismind,whichwentoninitssteadypace—dealingwithdata,evaluating,computing,submittinganswersinsomethingliketheMentatway.
Andnowhesawthathehadawealthofdatafewsuchmindseverbeforehadencompassed.Butthismadetheemptyplacewithinhimnoeasiertobear.Hefeltthatsomethingmustshatter.Itwasasthoughaclockworkcontrolforabombhadbeensettotickingwithinhim.Itwentonaboutitsbusinessnomatterwhathewanted.Itrecordedminusculeshadingsofdifferencearoundhim—aslightchangeinmoisture,afractionalfallintemperature,theprogressofaninsectacrosstheirstilltentroof,thesolemnapproachofdawninthestarlightedpatchofskyhecouldseeoutthetent’stransparentend.
Theemptinesswasunbearable.Knowinghowtheclockworkhadbeensetinmotionmadenodifference.Hecouldlooktohisownpastandseethestartofit
—thetraining,thesharpeningoftalents,therefinedpressuresofsophisticateddisciplines,evenexposuretotheO.C.Bibleatacriticalmoment...and,lastly,theheavyintakeofspice.Andhecouldlookahead—themostterrifyingdirection—toseewhereitallpointed.
