He sat in his chair, fingers aimlessly drumming, drumming. Somewhere in the Sun, protons were clinging… — Isaac Asimov
He sat in his chair, fingers aimlessly drumming, drumming. Somewhere in the Sun, protons were clinging together with just a trifling additional avidity and with each moment that avidity grew and at some moment the delicate balance would break down . . . "And no one on Earth will live to know I was right," cried out Lamont, and blinked and blinked to keep back the tears.
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