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The
room
was
square
and
quiet
except
for
their
breathing
.
"
Good
night
,
Ed
.
"
A
pause
.
"
Good
night
,
John
.
"
He
lay
peacefully
,
letting
his
thoughts
float
.
For
the
first
time
the
stress
of
the
day
was
moved
aside
;
he
could
think
logically
now
,
It
had
all
been
emotion
.
The
bands
playing
,
the
familiar
faces
.
But
now
…
How
?
he
wondered
.
How
was
all
this
made
?
And
why
?
For
what
purpose
?
Out
of
the
goodness
of
some
divine
intervention
?
Was
God
,
then
,
really
that
thoughtful
of
his
children
?
How
and
why
and
what
for
?
He
considered
the
various
theories
advanced
in
the
first
heat
of
the
afternoon
by
Hinkston
and
Lustig
.
He
let
all
kinds
of
new
theories
drop
in
lazy
pebbles
down
through
his
mind
,
turning
,
throwing
out
dull
flashes
of
light
.
Mom
.
Dad
.
Edward
.
Mars
.
Earth
.
Mars
.
Martians
.
Who
had
lived
here
a
thousand
years
ago
on
Mars
?
Martians
?
Or
had
this
always
been
the
way
it
was
today
?
Martians
.
He
repeated
the
word
idly
,
inwardly
.
He
laughed
out
loud
almost
.
He
had
the
most
ridiculous
theory
quite
suddenly
.
It
gave
him
a
kind
of
chill
.
It
was
really
nothing
to
consider
,
of
course
.
Highly
improbable
.
Silly
.
Forget
it
.
Ridiculous
.
But
,
he
thought
,
just
suppose
…
Just
suppose
,
now
,
that
there
were
Martians
living
on
Mars
and
they
saw
our
ship
coming
and
saw
us
inside
our
ship
and
hated
us
,
Suppose
,
now
,
just
for
the
hell
of
it
,
that
they
wanted
to
destroy
us
,
as
invaders
,
as
unwanted
ones
,
and
they
wanted
to
do
it
in
a
very
clever
way
,
so
that
we
would
be
taken
off
guard
.
Well
,
what
would
the
best
weapon
be
that
a
Martian
could
use
against
Earth
Men
with
atomic
weapons
?
