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"
Tell
me
,
then
I
’
ll
decide
.
"
I
didn
’
t
see
her
do
anything
,
but
suddenly
the
dome
was
filled
with
stars
again
,
just
as
it
had
been
the
night
before
.
The
view
lurched
,
zooming
outward
.
Stars
flowed
by
from
all
sides
,
like
white
sleet
.
Nebulae
ghosted
past
in
spectral
wisps
.
The
sense
of
motion
was
so
compelling
that
I
found
myself
gripping
the
table
,
seized
by
vertigo
.
"
Easy
,
Thom
,
"
Greta
whispered
.
The
view
lurched
,
swerved
,
contracted
.
A
solid
wall
of
gas
slammed
past
.
Now
,
suddenly
,
I
had
the
sense
that
we
were
outside
something
—
that
we
had
punched
beyond
some
containing
sphere
,
defined
only
in
vague
arcs
and
knots
of
curdled
gas
,
where
the
interstellar
gas
density
increased
sharply
.
Of
course
.
It
was
obvious
.
We
were
beyond
the
Local
Bubble
.
And
we
were
still
receding
.
I
watched
the
Bubble
itself
contract
,
becoming
just
one
member
in
the
larger
froth
of
voids
.
Instead
of
individual
stars
,
I
saw
only
smudges
and
motes
,
aggregations
of
hundreds
of
thousands
of
suns
.
It
was
like
pulling
back
from
a
close
-
up
view
of
a
forest
.
I
could
still
see
clearings
,
but
the
individual
trees
had
vanished
into
an
amorphous
mass
.
We
kept
pulling
back
.
Then
the
expansion
slowed
and
froze
.
I
could
still
make
out
the
Local
Bubble
,
but
only
because
I
had
been
concentrating
on
it
all
the
way
out
.
Otherwise
,
there
was
nothing
to
distinguish
it
from
the
dozens
of
surrounding
voids
.
"
Is
that
how
far
out
we
’
ve
come
?
"
I
asked
.
Greta
shook
her
head
.
"
Let
me
show
you
something
.
"
