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And, much worse, were the _absences_; for in dozens of volumes, of as many sizes and of shapes incompatible with any three dimensional geometry, every solid thing had vanished  without leaving any clue whatever as to where or how it had gone. AND MUCH WORSE WERE THE ABSENCES FOR IN DOZENS OF VOLUMES OF AS MANY SIZES AND OF SHAPES INCOMPATIBLE WITH ANY THREE DIMENSIAL GEOMETRY EVERY SOLID THING HAD VANISHED WITHOUT LEAVING ANY CLUE WHATEVER AS TO WHERE OR HOW IT HAD GONE
ndy?" "I know what you two girls are," Adams said, quietly. "I know what you two men must of necessity be. Therefore I can say without reservation that none of you need feel any apprehension whatever." Deston was about to say something, but Barbara forestalled him. "Well, we can _think_ about it, anyway, and talk it over. But for right now, I think it's high time we all got some sleep. Don't you?" * * * * * It was; and they did; and after they had slept and had eaten "breakfast" the three men wafted themselves across a couple of hundred yards of space to the crippled starship. Powerful floodlights were rigged. "What ... a ... mess." Deston's voice was low and wondering. "The whole Top looks as though she'd crash-landed and spun out for eight miles. But the Middle and Tail look untouched." Inside, however, devastation had gone deep into the Middle. Bulkheads, walls, floors, structural members; were torn, sheared, twisted into weirdly-distorted shapes impossible to understand or explain. ND I HAVE GOT TO CASTAWAY'S CODE YOU KNOW SO HOW ABOUT IT UNCLE ANDY I KNOW WHAT YOU TWO GIRLS ARE ADAM SAID QUIETLY I KNOW WHAT YOU TWO MEN MUST OF NECESSITY BE THEREFORE I CAN SAY WITHOUT RESERVATION THAT NONE OF YOU NEED FEEL ANY APPREHENSION WHATSOEVER DESTON WAS ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING BUT BARBARA FORESTALLED HIM WELL WE CAN THINK ABOUT IT ANYWAY AND TALK IT OVER BUT FOR RIGHT NOW I THINK IT'S HIGH TIME WE ALL GOT SOME SLEEP DON'T YOU IT WAS AND THEY DID AND AFTER THEY HAD SLEPT AND HAD EATEN BREAKFAST THE THREE MEN WAFTED THEMSELVES ACROSS A COUPLE OF HUNDRED YARDS OF SPACE TO THE CRIPPLED STARSHIP POWERFUL FLOODLIGHTS WERE RIGGED WHAT A MESS DESTON'S VOICE WAS LOW AND WONDERING THE WHOLE TOP LOOKS AS THOUGH SHE'D CRASH LANDED AND SPUN OUT FOR EIGHT MILES BUT THE MIDDLE AND TAIL LOOK UNTOUCHED INSIDE HOWEVER DEVASTATION HAD GONE DEEP INTO THE MIDDLE BULKHEADS WALLS FLOORS STRUCTURAL MEMBERS WERE TORN SHEARED TWISTED INTO WEIRDLY DISTORTED SHAPES IMPOSSIBLE TO UNDERSTAND OR EXPLAIN
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