"I read your thematic on Venusian viruses," he said abruptly. "Good
show. You should be an asset to us, Doctor."
"Thanks!" I snapped. I was so furious that I inadvertently looked into
the cabin viewplate.
Bishop had warned me. It takes years of deep-space time to enable a
person to stare at the naked Universe without screaming.
It got me. The crystal thunder of the stars, that horrible hungry
blackness. I remember I was sort of crying and fighting, then Max had me
by the shoulders, holding me gently. He was murmuring and stroking my
hair. After a time, I stopped whimpering.
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"Thanks," I whispered.
"You'd better get some sleep, Greta," he said.