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fantasy story of Miho Yoshioka :
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to himself. So much had not been done,
could not be done; was not done and he was not certain why. He
could have radioed in his first observations, irregardless of what
he thought he had seen. But the sighting had been too brief. And
although he had re-run the calculations that would mask the star
field patterns and present him with a clearer contact, he had
neglected, still, to make any kind of call for a kind of indepen-
dent verification, just glared at the screen as if it were lying
to him. When he had finally broken his stupor, moved to reset the
scope, make the call, the screen had become a hash of signals
generated by the storm and they had had to race back to the cabin.
But once they were safe, the storm beating down everything around
them, he had continued to hold back and not make any kind of
contac
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