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"
Can
it
be
…
?
"
"
What
?
"
"
You
say
«
from
the
sky
»
?
"
"
Earth
.
"
"
Earth
,
a
name
,
nothing
,
"
said
the
Martian
.
"
But
…
as
I
came
up
the
pass
an
hour
ago
…
"
He
touched
the
back
of
his
neck
.
"
I
felt
…
"
"
Cold
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
And
now
?
"
"
Cold
again
.
Oddly
.
There
was
a
thing
to
the
light
,
to
the
hills
,
the
road
,
"
said
the
Martian
.
"
I
felt
the
strangeness
,
the
road
,
the
light
,
and
for
a
moment
I
felt
as
if
I
were
the
last
man
alive
on
this
world
…
"
"
So
did
I
!
"
said
Tomas
,
and
it
was
like
talking
to
an
old
and
dear
friend
,
confiding
,
growing
warm
with
the
topic
.
