That He loved and cared about ME..... I'm going to miss
that.'
'When I was a child, I thought as a child,' he quoted. 'When
we are young we need such illusions, such security. And who is to say
what does and does not exist in the world beyond our sight? Not I.
Here I stand, surrounded by wonders I could not dream of. To think that
a light from a machine could reach inside my mind, and give me the power
to speak.'
At this the woman suddenly stirred, and drew away from him. She
examined the machinery more closely, confounded, overwhelmed. It
wasn't possible.
'What is it, Sylviana?' Still for a time she could not speak,
trying to follow the rapid, and incredible chain of thought.
'My father was a scientist,' she said finally. 'And I knew
something of on-going research. This technology: the fire that burned
from nothing, the ability to read my thoughts..... And the violet beam,
GIVING YOU THE POWER OF SPEECH. Kalus, unless I'm dead wrong. This
equipment, and the altar. . .weren't left here by men! We haven't
advanced nearly this far.'
With this her weary despondency left her. She was consumed instead by
the eager, questioning thought that her father had passed on to her
almost without her knowing it: Science, the study of the visible God.
Examining the back of the chamber, she found a steep passage carved into
the rock, after a single bend to the left, leading in a straight line
upward and eastward.
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