Rod gazed at him in the dimming light, advanced slowly. A great sadness filled his mind as he came on, the city of Detroy lying silent in the shadows far below; a great sadness and a great joy. Sadness for himself, trapped forever in this half-tomb of metal; joy at the restoration of the human race. They, the people below, would eternally worship him for their salvation. But he could never be one of them, never again thrill to the little things which are essentially human. He would ever be a lonely brain, encased in cold, impassive steel. He could see the sunset and the soft dusk over the city, hear the whispers of night; but never could he feel them.... He looked to the cringing shape of 83 and, had he been capable, would have smiled, as he thought, "Speed!" He rushed at 83, thundering into the scheming Capek. The railing snapped and they went over the edge, and down into the depth below. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Revolt on the Earth-Star, by Carl Selwyn