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Peter Watts 20 <strong>Blindsight</strong><br />

the ship home again after everything else had failed.<br />

Between the footwells the engineers had crammed one last hatch<br />

and one last passageway: to the observation blister on Theseus'<br />

prow. I hunched my shoulders (tendons cracked and complained)<br />

and pushed through—<br />

—into darkness. Clamshell shielding covered the outside of the<br />

dome like a pair of eyelids squeezed tight. A single icon glowed<br />

softly from a touchpad to my left; faint stray light followed me<br />

through from the spine, brushed dim fingers across the concave<br />

enclosure. The dome resolved in faint shades of blue and gray as<br />

my eyes adjusted. A stale draft stirred the webbing floating from<br />

the rear bulkhead, mixed oil and machinery at the back of my<br />

throat. Buckles clicked faintly in the breeze like impoverished<br />

wind chimes.<br />

I reached out and touched the crystal: the innermost layer of<br />

two, warm air piped through the gap between to cut the cold. Not<br />

completely, though. My fingertips chilled instantly.<br />

Space out there.<br />

Perhaps, en route to our original destination, Theseus had seen<br />

something that scared her clear out of the solar system. More<br />

likely she hadn't been running away from anything but to<br />

something else, something that hadn't been discovered until we'd<br />

already died and gone from Heaven. In which case...<br />

I reached back and tapped the touchpad. I half-expected nothing<br />

to happen; Theseus' windows could be as easily locked as her<br />

comm logs. But the dome split instantly before me, a crack then a<br />

crescent then a wide-eyed lidless stare as the shielding slid<br />

smoothly back into the hull. My fingers clenched reflexively into<br />

a fistful of webbing. The sudden void stretched empty and<br />

unforgiving in all directions, and there was nothing to cling to but a<br />

metal disk barely four meters across.<br />

Stars, everywhere. So many stars that I could not for the life me<br />

understand how the sky could contain them all yet be so black.<br />

Stars, and—<br />

—nothing else.<br />

What did you expect? I chided myself. An alien mothership<br />

hanging off the starboard bow?

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