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There
were
the
great
gray
gods
of
the
airplanes
,
heirs
to
all
the
dreams
of
heavier
-
than
-
air
travel
.
There
were
car
gods
there
:
a
powerful
,
serious
-
faced
contingent
,
with
blood
on
their
black
gloves
and
on
their
chrome
teeth
:
recipients
of
human
sacrifice
on
a
scale
undreamed
-
of
since
the
Aztecs
.
Even
they
looked
uncomfortable
.
Worlds
change
.
Others
had
faces
of
smudged
phosphors
;
they
glowed
gently
,
as
if
they
existed
in
their
own
light
.
Shadow
felt
sorry
for
them
all
.
There
was
an
arrogance
to
the
new
ones
.
Shadow
could
see
that
.
But
there
was
also
a
fear
.
They
were
afraid
that
unless
they
kept
pace
with
a
changing
world
,
unless
they
remade
and
redrew
and
rebuilt
the
world
in
their
image
,
their
time
would
already
be
over
.
Each
side
faced
the
other
with
bravery
.
To
each
side
,
the
opposition
were
the
demons
,
the
monsters
,
the
damned
.
Shadow
could
see
an
initial
skirmish
had
taken
place
.
There
was
already
blood
on
the
rocks
.
They
were
readying
themselves
for
the
real
battle
;
for
the
real
war
.
It
was
now
or
never
,
he
thought
.
If
he
did
not
move
now
,
it
would
be
too
late
.
In
America
everything
goes
on
forever
,
said
a
voice
in
the
back
of
his
head
.
The
1950s
lasted
for
a
thousand
years
.
You
have
all
the
time
in
the
world
.
