It was no place for man to be. Men were tissue, blood, bone, nerve. This place was not made for them. It was made for force and radiation. Go home, men.
But I can't, thought Jay Birrel. Not yet...I have to go on into this place where a human being looks as pathetic as an insect in a furnace.
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