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"
I
was
looking
for
Earthian
logic
,
common
sense
,
good
government
,
peace
,
and
responsibility
.
"
"
All
that
up
there
?
"
"
No
.
I
didn
’
t
find
it
.
It
’
s
not
there
any
more
.
Maybe
it
’
ll
never
be
there
again
.
Maybe
we
fooled
ourselves
that
it
was
ever
there
.
"
"
Huh
?
"
"
See
the
fish
,
"
said
Dad
,
pointing
.
There
rose
a
soprano
clamor
from
all
three
boys
as
they
rocked
the
boat
in
arching
their
tender
necks
to
see
.
They
oohed
and
ahed
.
A
silver
ring
fish
floated
by
them
,
undulating
,
and
closing
like
an
iris
,
instantly
,
around
food
partides
,
to
assimilate
them
.
Dad
looked
at
it
.
His
voice
was
deep
and
quiet
.
"
Just
like
war
.
War
swims
along
,
sees
food
,
contracts
.
A
moment
later
—
Earth
is
gone
.
"
"
William
,
"
said
Mom
.
"
Sorry
,
"
said
Dad
.
