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Tomas
drove
off
down
the
ancient
highway
,
laughing
quietly
.
It
was
a
long
road
going
into
darkness
and
hills
and
he
held
to
the
wheel
,
now
and
again
reaching
into
his
lunch
bucket
and
taking
out
a
piece
of
candy
.
He
had
been
driving
steadily
for
an
hour
,
with
no
other
car
on
the
road
,
no
light
,
just
the
road
going
under
,
the
hum
,
the
roar
,
and
Mars
out
there
,
so
quiet
.
Mars
was
always
quiet
,
but
quieter
tonight
than
any
other
.
The
deserts
and
empty
seas
swung
by
him
,
and
the
mountains
against
the
stars
.
There
was
a
smell
of
Time
in
the
air
tonight
.
He
smiled
and
turned
the
fancy
in
his
mind
.
There
was
a
thought
.
What
did
Time
smell
like
?
Like
dust
and
clocks
and
people
.
And
if
you
wondered
what
Time
sounded
like
it
sounded
like
water
running
in
a
dark
cave
and
voices
crying
and
dirt
dropping
down
upon
hollow
box
lids
,
and
rain
.
And
,
going
further
,
what
did
Time
look
like
?
Time
looked
like
snow
dropping
silently
into
a
black
room
or
it
looked
like
a
silent
film
in
an
ancient
theater
,
one
hundred
billion
faces
falling
like
those
New
Year
balloons
,
down
and
down
into
nothing
.
That
was
how
Time
smelled
and
looked
and
sounded
.
And
tonight
—
Tomas
shoved
a
hand
into
the
wind
outside
the
truck
—
tonight
you
could
almost
touch
Time
.
He
drove
the
truck
between
hills
of
Time
.
His
neck
prickled
and
he
sat
up
,
watching
ahead
.
He
pulled
into
a
little
dead
Martian
town
,
stopped
the
engine
,
and
let
the
silence
come
in
around
him
.
He
sat
,
not
breathing
,
looking
out
at
the
white
buildings
in
the
moonlight
.
Uninhabited
for
centuries
.
Perfect
,
faultless
,
in
ruins
,
yes
,
but
perfect
,
nevertheless
.
He
started
the
engine
and
drove
on
another
mile
or
more
before
stopping
again
,
climbing
out
,
carrying
his
lunch
bucket
,
and
walking
to
a
little
promontory
where
he
could
look
back
at
that
dusty
city
.
He
opened
his
thermos
and
poured
himself
a
cup
of
coffee
.
A
night
bird
flew
by
.
He
felt
very
good
,
very
much
at
peace
.
Perhaps
five
minutes
later
there
was
a
sound
.
Off
in
the
hills
,
where
the
ancient
highway
curved
,
there
was
a
motion
,
a
dim
light
,
and
then
a
murmur
.
Tomas
turned
slowly
with
the
coffee
cup
in
his
hand
.
And
out
of
the
hills
came
a
strange
thing
.
