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. Paranoia is a simpler explanation. But the conspiracy is aimed at me; you just had the misfortune to be caught in it. I'm sorry.' (I wasn't really sorry. A raft in the middle of the ocean is no- place to be alone. But with Margrethe it was 'paradise enow.')
'I still think that sharing the same dream is - Alec, there it comes again!' She pointed.
I didn't see anything at first, then I did: A dot that grew into a cruciform shape, a shape that I now identified as 'flying machine'. I watched it grow.
'Margrethe, it must have turned around. Maybe it saw us. Or they saw us. Or he saw us. Whatever.'
'Perhaps.'
As it came closer I saw that it was going to pass to our right rather than overhead. Margrethe said suddenly, 'It's not the same. one.'
'And it's not a flying whale - unless flying whales hereabouts have wide red stripes down their sides.'
'It's not a whale. I mean "it's not alive". You are right,
Alec; it is a machine. Dear, do you really think it has people inside it? That scares me.'
'I think I would be more scared if it did not have people inside it.' (I remembered a fantastic story translated from the German about a world peopled by nothing but automatic machines - not a pleasant story.) 'Actually, it's good news. We both know now that our seeing the first one was not a dream, not an illusion. That nails down the fact that we are in another world. Therefore we are going to be rescued
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