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After Doomsday Poul Anderson 1961 v1.0 SBN 345-01888-5-075 1 For man also knoweth not his time: as the fishes that are taken in an evil net, and as the birds that are caught in the snare; so are the sons of men snared in an evil time, when it falleth suddenly upon them. —Ecclesiastes, ix, 12 “Earth is dead. They murdered our Earth!” Carl Donnan didn’t answer at once. He remained stand-ing by the viewport, his back to the others. Dimly he was aware of Goldspring’s voice as it rose toward a scream, broke off, and turned into the hoarse belly-deep sobs of a man not used to tears. He heard Goldspring stumble across the deck before he said, flat and empty: “Who are ‘they’?” But the footfalls had already gone out the door. Once or twice in the passageway beyond, Goldspring evidently hit a bulkhead, rebounded and lurched on. Eventually he would reach the stern, Donnan thought, and what then? Where then could he run to? No one else made a sound. The ship hummed and whis-pered, air renewers, ventilators |
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