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It
’
s
time
you
knew
this
isn
’
t
a
fishing
trip
at
all
.
I
put
off
telling
you
.
Earth
is
gone
.
Interplanetary
travel
won
’
t
be
back
for
centuries
,
maybe
never
.
But
that
way
of
life
proved
itself
wrong
and
strangled
itself
with
its
own
hands
.
You
’
re
young
.
I
’
ll
tell
you
this
again
every
day
until
it
sinks
in
.
"
He
paused
to
feed
more
papers
to
the
fire
.
"
Now
we
’
re
alone
.
We
and
a
handful
of
others
who
’
ll
land
in
a
few
days
.
Enough
to
start
over
.
Enough
to
turn
away
from
all
that
back
on
Earth
and
strike
out
on
a
new
line
—
"
The
fire
leaped
up
to
emphasize
his
talking
.
And
then
all
the
papers
were
gone
except
one
.
All
the
laws
and
beliefs
of
Earth
were
burnt
into
small
hot
ashes
which
soon
would
be
carried
off
inawind
.
Timothy
looked
at
the
last
thing
that
Dad
tossed
in
the
fire
.
It
was
a
map
of
the
World
,
and
it
wrinkled
and
distorted
itself
hotly
and
went
—
flimpf
—
and
was
gone
like
a
warm
,
black
butterfly
.
Timothy
turned
away
.
"
Now
I
’
m
going
to
show
you
the
Martians
,
"
said
Dad
.
"
Come
on
,
all
of
you
.
Here
,
Alice
.
"
He
took
her
hand
.
Michael
was
crying
loudly
,
and
Dad
picked
him
up
and
carried
him
,
and
they
walked
down
through
the
ruins
toward
the
canal
.
The
canal
.
Where
tomorrow
or
the
next
day
their
future
wives
would
come
up
in
a
boat
,
small
laughing
girls
now
,
with
their
father
and
mother
.
The
night
came
down
around
them
,
and
there
were
stars
.
But
Timothy
couldn
’
t
find
Earth
.
It
had
already
set
.
That
was
something
to
think
about
.
A
night
bird
called
among
the
ruins
as
they
walked
.
Dad
said
,
"
Your
mother
and
I
will
try
to
teach
you
