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And
he
thought
:
The
Guild
-
there
’
d
be
a
way
for
us
,
my
strangeness
accepted
as
a
familiar
thing
of
high
value
,
always
with
an
assured
supply
of
the
now
-
necessary
spice
.
But
the
idea
of
living
out
his
life
in
the
mind
-
groping
-
ahead
-
through
-
possible
-
futures
that
guided
hurtling
spaceships
appalled
him
.
It
was
a
way
,
though
.
And
in
meeting
the
possible
future
that
contained
Guildsmen
he
recognized
his
own
strangeness
.
I
have
another
kind
of
sight
.
I
see
another
kind
of
terrain
:
the
available
paths
.
The
awareness
conveyed
both
reassurance
and
alarm
—
so
many
places
on
that
other
kind
of
terrain
dipped
or
turned
out
of
his
sight
.
As
swiftly
as
it
had
come
,
the
sensation
slipped
away
from
him
,
and
he
realized
the
entire
experience
had
taken
the
space
of
a
heartbeat
.
Yet
,
his
own
personal
awareness
had
been
turned
over
,
illuminated
in
a
terrifying
way
.
He
stared
around
him
.
Night
still
covered
the
stilltent
within
its
rock
-
enclosed
hideaway
.
His
mother
’
s
grief
could
still
be
heard
.
His
own
lack
of
grief
could
still
be
felt
.
.
.
that
hollow
place
somewhere
separated
from
his
mind
,
which
went
on
in
its
steady
pace
—
dealing
with
data
,
evaluating
,
computing
,
submitting
answers
in
something
like
the
Mentat
way
.
And
now
he
saw
that
he
had
a
wealth
of
data
few
such
minds
ever
before
had
encompassed
.
But
this
made
the
empty
place
within
him
no
easier
to
bear
.
He
felt
that
something
must
shatter
.
It
was
as
though
a
clockwork
control
for
a
bomb
had
been
set
to
ticking
within
him
.
It
went
on
about
its
business
no
matter
what
he
wanted
.
It
recorded
minuscule
shadings
of
difference
around
him
—
a
slight
change
in
moisture
,
a
fractional
fall
in
temperature
,
the
progress
of
an
insect
across
their
stilltent
roof
,
the
solemn
approach
of
dawn
in
the
starlighted
patch
of
sky
he
could
see
out
the
tent
’
s
transparent
end
.
