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The
Martian
bent
to
touch
the
cup
but
could
not
touch
it
.
"
Jesus
!
"
said
Tomas
.
"
Indeed
.
"
The
Martian
tried
again
and
again
to
get
hold
of
the
cup
,
but
could
not
.
He
stood
up
and
thought
for
a
moment
,
then
took
a
knife
from
his
belt
.
"
Hey
!
"
cried
Tomas
.
"
You
misunderstand
,
catch
!
"
said
the
Martian
,
and
tossed
it
.
Tomas
cupped
his
hands
.
The
knife
fell
through
his
flesh
.
It
hit
the
ground
.
Tomas
bent
to
pick
it
up
but
could
not
touch
it
,
and
he
recoiled
,
shivering
.
Now
he
looked
at
the
Martian
against
the
sky
.
"
The
stars
!
"
he
said
.
"
The
stars
!
"
said
the
Martian
,
looking
,
in
turn
,
at
Tomas
.
The
stars
were
white
and
sharp
beyond
the
flesh
of
the
Martian
,
and
they
were
sewn
into
his
flesh
like
scintillas
swallowed
into
the
thin
,
phosphorescent
membrane
of
a
gelatinous
sea
fish
.
You
could
see
stars
flickering
like
violet
eyes
in
the
Martian
’
s
stomach
and
chest
,
and
through
his
wrists
,
like
jewelry
.
"
I
can
see
through
you
!
"
said
Tomas
.
"
And
I
through
you
!
"
said
the
Martian
,
stepping
back
.
Tomas
felt
of
his
own
body
and
,
feeling
the
warmth
,
was
reassured
.
I
am
real
,
he
thought
