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Dedication


With apologies to Rene Descartes


Control Room

by J. Daniel Sawyer



It was morning at the center of the cosmos; the dawn of a new epoch in the eternity of history. The scattered bits of matter that lay dormant sprang to life once again. In his room, Control’s panels blinked on, the vast systems slipping one by one out of automatic. Each needed immediate attention as the great machines ground agonizingly to life.

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