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His
right
hand
mo
-
ZERO
-
ved
again
,
spasmodically
.
He
did
not
look
at
it
.
Was
this
nonexistence
?
Not
yet
.
Nonexistence
not
yet
.
Harlan
stared
out
the
window
.
He
did
not
move
.
Time
passed
and
he
was
unaware
of
its
passage
.
The
room
was
empty
.
Where
the
giant
,
enclosed
kettle
had
been
was
nothing
.
Metal
blocks
that
had
served
as
its
base
sat
emptily
,
lifting
their
huge
strength
against
air
.
Twissell
,
strangely
small
and
dwarfed
in
the
room
that
had
become
a
waiting
cavern
,
was
the
only
thing
that
moved
as
he
tramped
edgily
this
way
and
that
.
Harlan
’
s
eyes
followed
him
for
a
moment
and
then
left
him
.
Then
,
without
any
sound
or
stir
,
the
kettle
was
back
in
the
spot
it
had
left
.
Its
passage
across
the
hairline
from
time
past
to
time
present
did
not
as
much
as
disturb
a
molecule
of
air
.
Twissell
was
hidden
from
Harlan
’
s
eyes
by
the
bulk
of
the
kettle
,
but
then
he
rounded
it
,
came
into
view
.
He
was
running
.
A
flick
of
his
hand
was
enough
to
activate
the
mechanism
that
opened
the
door
of
the
control
room
.
He
hurtled
inside
,
shouting
with
an
almost
lyrical
excitement
.
"
It
’
s
done
.
It
’
s
done
.
We
’
ve
closed
the
circle
.
"
He
had
breath
to
say
no
more
.
