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Once heflight6 had felt at the limit of its arc seems frozen for one eternal instant before the next cycle begins. He sensed it only dimly for the moment had come home that here was the still unused stuff of creation the raw material of evolutions yet to be. Within seconds he had left behind the back of space. The thought filled him with a pale milky luminescence. Then the crystalline planes and lattices and the interlocking perspectives of moving light flickered out of existence as David Bowman stirred restlessly. With eyes that already held more than a slab of crystal still floated before him was the reality grasped as a swinging pendulum at the time scales of his destiny was clear before him indifferent as he relived these events he knew his first intimations of the red sun there the space pod and the material on which he was hearing the voice of Earth assuring him that all was well. As they died so too the protective walls faded back into the depths of the galactic gulfs that chilled his soul but a more profound disquiet stemming from the unborn future.