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The
Martian
closed
his
eyes
and
opened
them
again
.
"
This
can
only
mean
one
thing
.
It
has
to
do
with
Time
.
Yes
.
You
are
a
figment
of
the
Past
!
"
"
No
,
you
are
from
the
Past
,
"
said
the
Earth
Man
,
having
had
time
to
think
of
it
now
.
"
You
are
so
certain
.
How
can
you
prove
who
is
from
the
Past
,
who
from
the
Future
?
What
year
is
it
?
"
"
Two
thousand
and
one
!
"
"
What
does
that
mean
to
me
?
"
Tomas
considered
and
shrugged
.
"
Nothing
.
"
"
It
is
as
if
I
told
you
that
it
is
the
year
4462853
S
.
E
.
C
.
It
is
nothing
and
more
than
nothing
!
Where
is
the
clock
to
show
us
how
the
stars
stand
?
"
"
But
the
ruins
prove
it
!
They
prove
that
I
am
the
Future
,
I
am
alive
,
you
are
dead
!
"
"
Everything
in
me
denies
this
.
My
heart
beats
,
my
stomach
hungers
,
my
mouth
thirsts
.
No
,
no
,
not
dead
,
not
alive
,
either
of
us
.
More
alive
than
anything
else
.
Caught
between
is
more
like
it
.
Two
strangers
passing
in
the
night
,
that
is
it
.
Two
strangers
passing
.
Ruins
,
you
say
?
"
"
Yes
.
