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Theorists
pointed
out
that
nowhere
to
the
infinite
upwhen
could
the
Change
ever
become
zero
,
but
by
fifty
Centuries
upwhen
from
the
Touch
the
Change
had
become
too
small
to
detect
by
the
finest
Computing
,
and
that
was
the
practical
limit
.
Of
course
no
human
being
in
Time
could
ever
possibly
be
aware
of
any
Reality
Change
having
taken
place
.
Mind
changed
as
well
as
matter
and
only
Eternals
could
stand
outside
it
all
and
see
the
change
.
Sociologist
Voy
was
staring
at
the
bluish
scene
in
the
2481st
,
where
earlier
there
had
been
all
the
activity
of
a
busy
space
-
port
.
He
barely
looked
up
when
Harlan
entered
.
He
barely
mumbled
something
that
might
have
been
a
greeting
.
A
change
had
indeed
blasted
the
space
-
port
.
Its
shininess
was
gone
;
what
buildings
there
stood
were
not
the
grand
creations
they
had
been
.
A
space
-
ship
rusted
.
There
were
no
people
.
There
was
no
motion
.
Harlan
allowed
himself
a
small
smile
that
flickered
for
a
moment
,
then
vanished
.
It
was
M
.
D
.
R
.
all
right
.
Maximum
Desired
Response
.
And
it
had
happened
at
once
.
The
Change
did
not
necessarily
take
place
at
the
precise
moment
of
the
Technician
’
s
Touch
.
If
the
calculations
that
went
into
the
Touch
were
sloppy
,
hours
or
days
might
elapse
before
the
Change
actually
took
place
(
counting
,
of
course
,
by
physiotime
)
.
It
was
only
when
all
degrees
of
freedom
vanished
that
the
Change
took
place
.
While
there
was
even
a
mathematical
chance
for
alternate
actions
,
the
Change
did
not
take
place
.
It
was
Harlan
’
s
pride
that
when
he
calculated
an
M
.
N
.
C
.
,
when
it
was
his
hand
that
contrived
the
Touch
,
the
degrees
of
freedom
vanished
at
once
,
and
the
Change
took
place
instantly
.
Voy
said
softly
,
"
It
had
been
very
beautiful
.
"
The
phrase
grated
Harlan
’
s
ears
,
seeming
to
detract
from
the
beauty
of
his
own
performance
.
"
I
wouldn
’
t
regret
,
"
he
said
,
"
having
spacetravel
bred
out
of
Reality
altogether
.
"
"
No
?
"
said
Voy
.
"
What
good
is
it
?
It
never
lasts
more
than
a
millennium
or
two
.
People
get
tired
.
They
come
back
home
and
the
colonies
die
out
.
Then
after
another
four
or
five
millennia
,
or
forty
or
fifty
,
they
try
again
and
it
fails
again
.
It
is
a
waste
of
human
ingenuity
and
effort
.
"
