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Thao 9



Our poor Earth became a basketball, then a billiard ball until it finally 

disappeared - or almost - from the screen. Instead, my vision was filled with the 

sombre blue of space. I turned my head in Thao’s direction hoping for further 

explanation.
‘Did you like that?’

‘It was wonderful, but so fast - is it possible to travel at such a high speed?’ 

‘That was nothing, my dear friend. We ‘took off’ very gently. Only now are we

travelling at full speed.’

‘How fast?’ I interrupted.

‘Several times the speed of light.’

‘Of light? But how many times? It’s incredible! What about the light barrier?’

‘I can well understand that it appears incredible to you. Not even your experts

would believe it - it is, however, the truth.’
‘You say several times the speed of light, but how may times?’

‘Michel, during this journey many things will be intentionally revealed to you -

many things, but there will also be details to which you will not have access. The 

precise speed of our spacecraft is one such detail. I’m sorry, for I know it will 

disappoint you not to have your great curiosity for all things satisfied, but there 

will be so many new and interesting things for you to see and learn, that you must 

not mind too much when information is withheld from you.’

Her manner indicated that the matter was closed and I didn’t insist further, 

sensing that to do so would have been rude.

‘Look’ she said to me. On the screen a coloured dot had appeared and was 
growing rapidly.

‘What is it?’

‘Saturn.’

The reader must forgive me if the descriptions I give are not as detailed as

he/she might wish, but it must be understood that I had not yet recovered all my 

senses. I had seen so much in so short a time, and was somewhat ‘disoriented.’

As we approached, the famous Saturn grew rapidly larger on the screen. Its 

colours were wonderful - incomparable to anything I had ever seen on Earth. 

There were yellows, reds, greens, blues, oranges - within each colour, an infinite 
range of nuances mingled, separated, grew stronger then weaker, creating the 

famous rings and confined within them...

It was an amazing spectacle, which filled more and more of our screen.

Realising I was no longer restrained by the force field, I wanted to remove my 

mask so as to see the colours better, but Thao signalled that I should do nothing.

‘Where are the satellites?’ I asked.
















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