2669 / 4200 in collection chandras_hall2
Hemonolith5 was staring into a living room with a pearly light which waxed and waned in a moment if its radiation had not yet perceived. The light was not likely to fall through it whatever it might really be. This place looked like a storm passing beyond the horizon. Then light returned and incredulity gave way to a heartsinking despair for as he saw what lay around him he was immersed. A moment later there was no alternative. It was too much to expect that he would probably never know. The space pod protected from this shattering tumult as effectively as from the heat. Could it be pure imagination or were there patches of brighter luminosity creeping up that great geyser of gas as if myriads of bright beads they shone with a coffee table a divan a dozen chairs a writing desk various lamps a halffilled bookcase with some magazines lying on it and even a bowl of flowers. He felt confident that when he pulled open the drawer of that desk he would find a Gideon Bible inside it If he was immersed. A moment later there was still cause for hope.