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The Outcasts of Heaven Belt By Joan D. Vinge Scanned & Proofed By MadMaxAU * * * * Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labours. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up. —ECCLESIASTES * * * * * * * * * * * * There are more stars in the galaxy than there are drop-lets of water in the Boreal Sea. Only a fraction of those stars wink and glitter, like snowflakes passing through the light, in the unending night sky above the darkside ice. And out of those thousand thousand visi-ble stars, the people of the planet Morningside had made a wish on one—called Heaven. Sometimes when the winds ceased, a brittle silence would settle over the darkside ice sheet; and it might seem to a Morningside astronomer, in the solitude of his observatory, that all barriers had broken down be-tween his planet and the stars, that the very hand of interstellar space brushed his pulse. Space lapped at his doorway, the night flowed up and up and up, merging imperceptibly with the greater night that swallowed all mornings, and all Morningsides, and all the myriad stars whose numbers would overflow the sea. And he would think of the starship Ranger, which had gone up from Morningside’s fragile island into that endless night: a silvered dustmote carried on a vi-olent invisible breeze across the cathedral distances of space, drawn from candleflame to candleflame through the darkness.... * * * * They would be a long time gone. And what had seemed to the crew to be the brave, bright immensity of their fusion craft shrank to insignificance as they left the homeworld
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