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Stone. The navigator. The man who had once charted Earth’s constellations from a planetarium dome, drunk on wonder. Now he was a smudge of glass and bone inside his own helmet, his visor webbed with fractures. Through the cracks, his face looked like a broken mosaic.

Silence. Then a crackle. A voice so faint it might have been starlight corroding. kaleidoscope ray bradbury

“That’s not real,” Hollister said. ” Hollister said. “It’s real enough

“It’s real enough,” Les replied, and then his voice melted into a hymn. ” Les replied