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keep the complex, multileveled machine operating in synch, the beat of the song of its life a march that must never miss a note. The skin of the machine would be her skin; its bones and blood, her bones and blood.

And yet here, still, she could feel her body, a limp, useless thing, crude and primitive, yet cold, and longing for touch, longing to be enveloped in his touch-John, the one who held her in the dark and made her warm. The one she would never see again. He would love the machine. She loved the machine. It was ageless, mighty, never tiring, never slowing. Unified in purpose, efficient in function, it was the perfect mechanism, a closed universe, an integrated loop whose life beat out again and again, a repeated pattern that would never end. It explained the secret life of circuits, the joys of circulation and cleansing, the elegance of neurons firing in perfect harmony. It towered dark in the vault of the sky. It was the machine, and the machine was the universe.

THE END

(C) 1997 Dell Books




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Babylon 5

Thirdspace

By Peter David

Based on the screenplay by J. Michael straczynsfci

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Prologue



The beginning was eons ago... an era not to be spoken of during the waking hours of any sentient being. And so we may not speak of it now, nor is it truly necessary, for it is a time that we all remember even though we think we do not. A time which flitters about in our primal memory, in the memory of all races on all worlds. A time that has been seared into our collective unconsciousness. But every so often, in the deepest of sleep, it reveals itself
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