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"
You
tell
me
.
Maybe
we
just
keep
on
going
.
We
'd
get
there
,
eventually
.
At
least
the
dust
of
our
skeletons
would
--
but
is
n't
our
death
the
whole
point
of
The
Brain
's
original
breakdown
?
"
Donovan
spoke
with
his
back
to
the
other
,
"
Greg
,
I
've
been
thinking
.
It
's
pretty
bad
.
There
's
not
much
to
do
--
except
walk
around
or
talk
to
yourself
.
You
know
those
stories
about
guys
marooned
in
space
.
They
go
nuts
long
before
they
starve
.
I
do
n't
know
,
Greg
,
but
ever
since
the
lights
went
on
,
I
feel
funny
.
"
There
was
a
silence
,
then
Powell
's
voice
came
thin
and
small
,
"
So
do
I.
What
's
it
like
?
"
The
redheaded
figure
turned
,
"
Feel
funny
inside
.
There
's
a
pounding
in
me
with
everything
tense
.
It
's
hard
to
breathe
.
I
ca
n't
stand
still
.
"
"
Um-m-m
.
Do
you
feel
vibration
?
"
"
How
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Sit
down
for
a
minute
and
listen
.
You
do
n't
hear
it
,
but
you
feel
it
--
as
if
something
's
throbbing
somewheres
and
it
's
throbbing
the
whole
ship
,
and
you
,
too
,
along
with
it
.
Listen
-
"
"
Yeah
...
yeah
.
What
do
you
think
it
is
,
Greg
?
You
do
n't
suppose
it
's
us
?
"
"
It
might
be
.
"
Powell
stroked
his
mustache
slowly
.
"
But
it
might
be
the
ship
's
engines
.
It
might
be
getting
ready
.
"
"
For
what
?
"
