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Unformatted text preview: Sheet1 Page 1 Version 1.1, May 15 2000. If you make any changes to the text, please update the version number by 0.1 and redistribute it. Arthur C. Clarke: The Star It is three thousand light-years to the Vatican. Once I believed that space could have no power over faith. Just as I believed th I stare at the crucifix that hangs on the cabin wall above the Mark VI computer, and for the first time in my life I wonder if it is n The crew is already sufficiently depressed, I wonder how they will take this ultimate irony. Few of them have any religious faith "Well, Father," he would say at last. "It goes on forever and forever, and perhaps Something made it. But how you can believe Will my report on the Phoenix Nebula end our thousand years of history? It will end, I fear, much more than that. I do not know The Rubens engraving of Loyola seems to mock me as it hangs there above the spectrophotometer tracings. What would you We knew, of course, what the Phoenix Nebula was. Every year, in our galaxy alone, more than a hundred stars explode, blaz When a star becomes a supernova, it may for a little while outshine all the massed suns of the galaxy. The Chinese astronom No one seriously expected to find planets. If there had been any before the explosion, they would have been boiled into puffs The passing fires had seared its rocks and burned away the mantle of frozen gas that must have covered it in the days before Its builders had made sure that we should. The monolithic marker that stood above the entrance was now a fused stump, but The pylon must have been a mile high when it was built, but now it looked like a candle that had melted down into a puddle of It will take us generations to examine all the treasures that were placed in the Vault. They had plenty of time to prepare, for th If only they had a little more time! They could travel freely enough between the planets of their own sun, but they had not yet l And sinking into the sea, still warm and friendly and life-giving, is the sun that will soon turn traitor and obliterate all this innoce Perhaps if we had not been so far from home and so vulnerable to loneliness, we should not have been so deeply moved. MaPerhaps if we had not been so far from home and so vulnerable to loneliness, we should not have been so deeply moved....
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