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He
was
thirty
-
four
years
old
,
as
old
as
I
myself
.
I
introduced
myself
as
a
distant
relation
,
making
use
of
my
knowledge
of
his
mother
’
s
family
,
to
do
so
.
He
had
no
knowledge
of
his
father
,
no
memory
of
my
visits
to
him
in
his
infancy
.
He
was
an
aeronautical
engineer
.
The
575th
was
expert
in
half
a
dozen
varieties
of
air
travel
(
as
it
still
is
in
the
current
Reality
)
,
and
my
son
was
a
happy
and
successful
member
of
his
society
.
He
was
married
to
an
ardently
enamored
girl
,
but
would
have
no
children
.
Nor
would
the
girl
have
married
at
all
in
the
Reality
in
which
my
son
had
not
existed
.
I
had
known
that
from
the
beginning
.
I
had
known
there
would
be
no
deleterious
affect
on
Reality
.
Otherwise
,
I
might
not
have
found
it
in
my
heart
to
let
the
boy
live
.
I
am
not
completely
abandoned
.
I
spent
the
day
with
my
son
.
I
spoke
to
him
formally
,
smiled
politely
,
took
my
leave
coolly
when
the
spatio
-
temporal
chart
dictated
.
But
un
derneath
all
that
,
I
watched
and
absorbed
every
action
,
filling
myself
with
him
,
and
trying
to
live
one
day
at
least
out
of
a
Reality
that
the
next
day
(
by
physiotime
)
would
no
longer
have
existed
.
How
I
longed
to
visit
my
wife
one
last
time
,
too
,
during
that
portion
of
Time
in
which
she
lived
,
but
I
had
used
every
second
that
had
been
available
to
me
.
I
dared
not
even
enter
Time
to
see
her
,
unseen
.
I
returned
to
Eternity
and
spent
one
last
horrible
night
wrestling
futilely
against
what
must
be
.
The
next
morning
I
handed
in
my
computations
together
with
my
recommendations
for
Change
.
Twissell
’
s
voice
had
lowered
to
a
whisper
and
now
it
stopped
.
He
sat
there
with
his
shoulders
bent
,
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
floor
between
his
knees
,
and
his
fingers
twisting
slowly
into
and
out
of
a
knotted
clasp
.
Harlan
,
waiting
vainly
for
another
sentence
out
of
the
old
man
,
cleared
his
throat
.
He
found
himself
pitying
the
man
,
pitying
him
despite
the
many
crimes
he
had
committed
.
He
said
,
"
And
that
’
s
all
?
"
Twissell
whispered
,
"
No
,
the
worst
-
the
worst
-
-
An
analogue
of
my
son
did
exist
.
In
the
new
Reality
,
he
existed
-
as
a
paraplegic
from
the
age
of
four
Forty
-
two
years
in
bed
,
under
circumstances
that
barred
me
from
arranging
to
have
the
nerve
-
regenerating
techniques
of
the
900
’
s
applied
to
his
case
,
or
even
for
arranging
to
have
his
life
ended
painlessly
.
