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at the darkness.
'So we go and find what it was?' said Detritus.
'I think so. How do you feel?'
'Feel OK.'
Different 'All what?'
'Just all of it. Everything. All the numbers in the world. I could count them all.'
'What did they equal?'
'Dunno. What does equal mean?'
They trudged on, to see what the future held.species though they were, their minds had focused on a single image, involving a muzzle flash and a lead slug singing through the subterranean night.'He came back,' said Cuddy.'Yes,' said Detritus.They looked at the darkness again.'It has not been a nice day,' said Cuddy.'That the truth.''I'd just like to know something, in case . . . I mean . . . look, what happened in the pork store? You did all that maths! All that counting!''I . . . dunno. I saw it all.'
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