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to be grateful for them.
And now, after all these years...
He thought, I cannot do it, after all!
I, too, am afraid - not of dying, but of
life.
And yet, beneath that fear was
longing, a hunger that Simon had
thought mercifully dead these many
years.
The longing to be once again a
man, a human being clothed in flesh.
The cold, clear mind of Simon
Wright, the precise, logical
unwavering mind, reeled under the
impact of these mingled dreads and
hungers. They leaped up full stature
from their graves in his subconscious.
He was shocked that he could still be
prey to emotion, and the voice of his
mind cried out, I cannot do it! No, I
cannot!
Curt said quietly, "All ready,
Simon."
Slowly, very slowly, Simon moved
and came to rest beside John Keogh.
He saw Otho watching him, with a
look of pain and understanding, and -
yes, envy. Being unhuman himself,
Otho would know, where others could
only guess.
Curt's face was cut from stone. The
serum-pump broke its steady rhythm,
and then went on.
Simon Wright passed quietly into
the darkness.
CHAPTER III
Once Born of Flesh
earing came first. A distant
confusion of sounds, seeming
very dull and blurred. Simon's first
thought was that something had gone
wrong with his auditory mechanism.
Then a chill wing of memory brushed
him, and in its wake came a pang of
fear, and a sense of wrongness.
It was dark. Why should it be so
dark in the Comet?
From far off, someone called his
name. "Simon! Simon, open your
eyes!"