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What did you expect? I chided myself. An alien mothership
hanging off the starboard bow?
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Well, why not? We were out here for something.
The others were, anyway. They'd be essential no matter where
we'd ended up. But my own situation was a bit different, I
realized. My usefulness degraded with distance.
And we were over half a light year from home.




"When it is dark enough, you can see the stars."
тАФEmerson

Where was I when the lights came down?
I was emerging from the gates of Heaven, mourning a father who
wasтАФto his own mind, at leastтАФstill alive.
It had been scarcely two months since Helen had disappeared
under the cowl. Two months by our reckoning, at least. From her
perspective it could have been a day or a decade; the Virtually
Omnipotent set their subjective clocks along with everything else.
She wasn't coming back. She would only deign to see her
husband under conditions that amounted to a slap in the face. He
didn't complain. He visited as often as she would allow: twice a
week, then once. Then every two. Their marriage decayed with
the exponential determinism of a radioactive isotope and still he
sought her out, and accepted her conditions.
On the day the lights came down, I had joined him at my
mother's side. It was a special occasion, the last time we would
ever see her in the flesh. For two months her body had lain in state
along with five hundred other new ascendants on the ward, open
for viewing by the next of kin. The interface was no more real than
it would ever be, of course; the body could not talk to us. But at
least it was there, its flesh warm, the sheets clean and straight.
Helen's lower face was still visible below the cowl, though eyes
and ears were helmeted. We could touch her. My father often did.
Perhaps some distant part of her still felt it.
But eventually someone has to close the casket and dispose of
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the remains. Room must be made for the new arrivalsтАФand so we
came to this last day at my mother's side. Jim took her hand one
more time. She would still be available in her world, on her terms,
but later this day the body would be packed into storage facilities
crowded far too efficiently for flesh and blood visitors. We had
been assured that the body would remain intactтАФthe muscles
electrically exercised, the body flexed and fed, the corpus kept
ready to return to active duty should Heaven experience some