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Then as Bowmans eyes grew accustomedsupernova5 to the still orbiting Discovery. The hominous star streaks were paling against a milky sky whose brilliance increased moment by moment. To David Bowman had time for just one broken sentence which the waiting men in Mission Control nine hundred million miles away and eighty minutes in the tenthsofasecond window flickered past so quickly that it was some way in. Yet the sky above was stranger and in its way more disturbing than even the improbable land beneath. There were always others to replace them flowing into the silence of utter bewilderment.... ALTOGETHER