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.He surrounded himself with a mass of charts and reference volumes, comparing the co-ordinates with theenergy specks in the Gossamer's Globe.At last he succeeded.He could interpret the view in the crystal spherein terms of the real Universe outside.Straining with the effort, he unbolted the locking nuts on the sphere and put his shoulder against it, andpushed.It swivelled a full ten degrees.Where the speck that had represented this system had been was now onlyemptiness - the emptiness that represented the space beyond the spiral arm - beyond the Galaxy itself.He made his way back to the control room.He had in effect told computer to go nowhere.Would it obey?No-one had travelled outside the Galaxy before.It took too long, but not if you were immortal.Then thecomputer light switched to green as he watched.It would obey.Not automatically, for it was unprogrammed,but it would allow him to pilot it.Destiny took his place at the board.It would not be easy, he knew, for he would be going where no-one hadgone before.But it was the only way out.At last all was ready.He fired the atomic drive, fingers dancing from one switch to another in easy motion.The ship rose from it's gantry and sped up into the night sky.As it sped away from the planet, he locked thecontrols.He had made it.The computer would steer a safe path now, and he could hardly miss the AndromedaGalaxy altogether.He was on his way!Weeks later his ship passed Trix 4, where his immortal race still lived their eternal lives.But he was not toknow.He thought them destroyed.So he went on, sad-faced, thinking that he was alone of his kind in theGalaxy, always staring ahead, at the misty blob of the far Andromeda, for which he was headed.How was he toknow? He felt alone.So terribly alone.He travelled on.At times he would hallucinate; the moorman would lumber across the viewer window.Hebegged it to destroy him, though he knew in his heart it was just a shadow.He cried out for the souls of his lost race, imagining them forming and exploding in the vacuum of space,again and again, for all eternity.There was no-one he could talk to who would understand what he felt.There would never be.He beat hisfists against the metal walls as the ship ploughed on into the unknown.If only he knew the truth, if only
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