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The
Martian
touched
his
own
nose
and
lips
.
"
I
have
flesh
,
"
he
said
,
half
aloud
.
"
I
am
alive
.
"
Tomas
stared
at
the
stranger
.
"
And
if
I
am
real
,
then
you
must
be
dead
.
"
"
No
,
you
!
"
"
A
ghost
!
"
"
A
phantom
!
"
They
pointed
at
each
other
,
with
starlight
burning
in
their
limbs
like
daggers
and
icicles
and
fireflies
,
and
then
fell
to
judging
their
limbs
again
,
each
finding
himself
intact
,
hot
,
excited
,
stunned
,
awed
,
and
the
other
,
ah
yes
,
that
other
over
there
,
unreal
,
a
ghostly
prism
flashing
the
accumulated
light
of
distant
worlds
.
I
’
m
drunk
,
thought
Tomas
.
I
won
’
t
tell
anyone
of
this
tomorrow
,
no
,
no
.
They
stood
there
on
the
ancient
highway
,
neither
of
them
moving
.
"
Where
are
you
from
?
"
asked
the
Martian
at
last
.
"
Earth
.
"
