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ROBERT REED THE SHAPE OF EVERYTHINGTHEY COULDNT FIND HIM. The party had just become a party tame scientists finally imbibingenough to act a little careless and speak their minds every mind happy even ecstatic. Thatswhen someone noticed that the old man was missing. To bed already Just when the celebrationhad begun But someone else mentioned that he never slept much and it still was early. And alittle knot of technicians went to his cabin and discovered that he wasnt there precipitatinga good deal of worry about his well-being. The next oldest person in the observatory was barelyseventy --young enough to be his granddaughter --and almost everyone feared for his health. Hisstrength. Even his mind. Where could he be they asked themselves. On a night like this . . .of all nights . . . Search parties began fanning through the facility and the security net was alerted. Cameraswatched for a frail form terminals waited for his access code. But wherever the man was hewasnt visible or working. That much was certain after an hour of building panic. It was one of his assistants who finally found him. She was a postdoc and maybe his favoritealthough he was a difficult man to read in the best of times. What she did was recall somethinghed mentioned in passing -something about the cleansing effects of raw light --and sheremembered a certain tiny chamber next to the hull built long ago and never used by thecurrent staff. It had a window to the outside plus old-
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