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And
what
will
that
leave
,
that
Third
World
Insanity
?
Will
that
put
an
end
to
all
life
,
of
every
kind
,
everywhere
?
When
our
planet
becomes
a
dead
planet
,
by
our
own
hands
?
He
could
not
believe
that
.
Even
if
all
life
on
our
planet
is
destroyed
,
there
must
be
other
life
somewhere
which
we
know
nothing
of
.
It
is
impossible
that
ours
is
the
only
world
;
there
must
be
world
after
world
unseen
by
us
,
in
some
region
or
dimension
that
we
simply
do
not
perceive
.
Even
though
I
can
’
t
prove
that
,
even
though
it
isn
’
t
logical
—
I
believe
it
,
he
said
to
himself
.
A
loudspeaker
said
,
"
Meine
Damen
und
Herren
.
Achtung
,
bitte
.
"
We
are
approaching
the
moment
of
landing
,
Captain
Wegener
said
to
himself
.
I
will
almost
surely
be
met
by
the
Sicherheitsdienst
.
The
question
is
:
Which
faction
of
policy
will
be
represented
?
The
Goebbels
?
Or
the
Heydrich
?
Assuming
that
SS
General
Heydrich
is
still
alive
.
While
I
have
been
aboard
this
ship
,
he
could
have
been
rounded
up
and
shot
.
Things
happen
fast
,
during
the
time
of
transition
in
a
totalitarian
society
.
There
have
been
,
in
Nazi
Germany
,
tattered
lists
of
names
over
which
men
have
pored
before
.
Several
minutes
later
,
when
the
rocket
ship
had
landed
,
he
found
himself
on
his
feet
,
moving
toward
the
exit
with
his
overcoat
over
his
arm
.
Behind
him
and
ahead
of
him
,
anxious
passengers
.
No
young
Nazi
artist
this
time
,
he
reflected
.
No
Lotze
to
badger
me
at
the
last
with
his
moronic
viewpoint
.
An
airlines
uniformed
official
—
dressed
,
Wegener
observed
,
like
the
Reichs
Marshal
himself
—
assisted
them
all
down
the
ramp
,
one
by
one
,
to
the
field
.
There
,
by
the
concourse
,
stood
a
small
knot
of
blackshirts
.
For
me
?
Wegener
began
to
walk
slowly
from
the
parked
rocket
ship
.
Over
at
another
spot
men
and
women
waiting
,
waving
,
calling
…
even
some
children
.
One
of
the
blackshirts
,
a
flat
-
faced
unwinking
blond
fellow
wearing
the
Waffen
-
SS
insignia
,
stepped
smartly
up
to
Wegener
,
clicked
the
heels
of
his
jackboots
together
and
saluted
.
"
Ich
bitte
mich
zu
entschuldigen
.
Sind
Sie
nicht
Kapitan
Rudolf
Wegener
,
von
der
Abwehr
?
"
"
Sorry
,
"
Wegener
answered
.
"
I
am
Conrad
Goltz
.
Representing
A
.
G
.
Chemikalien
medical
supplies
.
"
He
started
on
past
.
