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His
body
,
unbearably
compressed
and
weakened
by
the
strange
shape
of
space
in
this
unbelievable
place
,
was
at
last
somewhat
relieved
by
the
softness
of
the
nest
in
which
these
others
had
placed
him
.
He
dropped
the
effort
of
sustaining
it
,
and
turned
his
third
level
to
his
respiration
and
heart
beat
.
He
saw
at
once
that
he
was
about
to
consume
himself
.
His
lungs
were
beating
almost
as
hard
as
they
did
at
home
,
his
heart
was
racing
to
distribute
the
influx
,
all
in
an
attempt
to
cope
with
the
squeezing
of
space
-
and
this
in
a
situation
in
which
he
was
smothered
by
a
poisonously
rich
and
dangerously
hot
atmosphere
.
He
took
immediate
steps
.
When
his
heart
rate
was
down
to
twenty
per
minute
and
his
respiration
almost
imperceptible
,
he
set
them
at
that
and
watched
himself
long
enough
to
assure
himself
that
he
would
not
inadvertently
discorporate
while
his
attention
was
elsewhere
.
When
he
was
satisfied
that
they
were
running
properly
,
he
set
a
tiny
portion
of
his
second
level
on
guard
and
withdrew
the
rest
of
himself
.
It
was
necessary
to
review
the
configurations
of
these
many
new
events
in
order
to
fit
them
to
himself
,
then
cherish
and
praise
them
-
lest
they
swallow
him
up
.
Where
should
he
start
?
When
he
had
left
home
,
enfolding
these
others
who
were
now
his
own
nestlings
?
Or
simply
at
his
arrival
in
this
crushed
space
?
He
was
suddenly
assaulted
by
the
lights
and
sounds
of
that
arrival
,
feeling
it
again
with
mind
-
shaking
pain
.
No
,
he
was
not
yet
ready
to
cherish
and
embrace
that
configuration
-
back
!
back
!
back
beyond
his
first
sight
of
these
others
who
were
now
his
own
.
Back
even
before
the
healing
which
had
followed
his
first
grokking
of
the
fact
that
he
was
not
as
his
nestling
brothers
None
of
his
thinkings
had
been
in
Earth
symbols
.
Simple
English
he
had
freshly
learned
to
speak
,
but
much
less
easily
than
a
Hindu
uses
it
to
trade
with
a
Turk
.
Smith
used
English
as
one
might
use
a
code
book
,
with
tedious
and
imperfect
translation
for
each
symbol
.
Now
his
thoughts
,
pure
Martian
abstractions
from
half
a
million
years
of
wildly
alien
culture
,
traveled
so
far
from
any
human
experience
as
to
be
utterly
untranslatable
.
In
the
adjoining
room
an
intern
,
Dr
.
"
Tad
"
Thaddeus
,
was
playing
cribbage
with
Tom
Meechum
,
Smith
’
s
special
nurse
.
Thaddeus
had
one
eye
on
his
dials
and
meters
and
both
eyes
on
his
cards
;
nevertheless
he
noted
every
heart
beat
of
his
patient
.
When
a
flickering
light
changed
from
ninety
-
two
pulsations
per
minute
to
less
than
twenty
,
he
pushed
the
cards
aside
,
jumped
to
his
feet
,
and
hurried
into
Smith
’
s
room
with
Meechum
at
his
heels
.
The
patient
floated
in
the
flexible
skin
of
the
hydraulic
bed
.
He
appeared
to
be
dead
.
Thaddeus
swore
briefly
and
snapped
,
"
Get
Doctor
Nelson
!
"
Meechum
said
,
"
Yessir
!
"
and
added
,
"
How
about
the
shock
gear
,
Doc
?
He
’
s
far
gone
.
"
"
Get
Doctor
Nelson
!
"
