 What was Peter's occupation?
It was I who had changed: something inside me was dead, like the machinery, and like Peter. I do not think it was what Peter called an emotion; and yet it had nothing to do with logic, either. It was just an emptiness—a void that could not be filled by eating or drinking. I did not even wish that Peter were not dead, for reason had told me that he had to die. Then there would remain only the task of blasting the great, shining ship out into the carefully-calculated orbit that would be its home. Out there, away from the muffling, distorting, damnable blanket of atmosphere, away from Earth's inexorable gravitational pull, would be a laboratory such as man had never seen. "The peoples of the world, then, know what they are, and know that we face the most momentous struggle in our history. They have treated us precisely as we, in less enlightened days, might have treated a newly-discovered race of lower animals. "I have no fear that the people of Earth will fail to meet this challenge, for there is no alternative. Not only our individual lives are threatened, but our existence as a race. Peter sank back in his chair, the full shock of it striking him for the first time. " Peter took it in fifteen seconds, running, and stumbled to a halt in front of the door marked "Radiation."
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