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As I asked, I noticed a rustling outside, like a shower of fine sand. I waited for the moment when I would pass near the first distinct star, but I was unable to isolate any one of them. My body rigid, sealed in its pneumatic envelope, I was knifing through space with the impression of standing still in the void, my only distraction the steadily mounting heat. Suddenly, there was a shrill, grating sound, like a steel blade being drawn across a sheet of wet glass. If I had not seen the figures racing across the dial, I would not have noticed the change in direction. The stars having vanished long since, my gaze was swallowed up on the pale reddish glow of infinity. I could hear my heart thudding heavily. I regretted not having caught a glimpse of the _Prometheus_, but the ship must have been out of sight by the time the automatic controls had raised the shutter of my porthole. The capsule was shaken by a sudden jolt, then another. The whole vehicle began to vibrate. Filtered through the insulating layers of the outer skins, penetrating my pneumatic cocoon, the vibration reached me, and ran through my entire body. The image of the dial shivered and multiplied, and its phosphorescence spread out in all directions. I had not undertaken this long voyage only to overshoot my target! Station Solaris, this is the _Prometheus_ capsule. I had missed the precious moment when the planet first came into view. Nevertheless, from the appearance of its surface, I judged that I was still at a great height above it, since I had passed that imperceptible frontier after which we measure the distance that separates us from a celestial body in terms of altitude. Now I had the sensation of falling, even with my eyes closed. I did not want to miss anything there was to be seen. I waited a moment in silence before trying once more to make contact. Instinctively, I hunched myself up as much as my inflated suit would allow, but almost at once I realized that I was passing through cloud. I was gliding, half in light, half in shadow, the capsule revolving upon its own vertical axis. At last, through the porthole, the gigantic ball of the sun appeared, looming up on the left and disappearing to the right. A distant voice reached me through the murmuring and crackling. This was surprising, to say the least. Everything went quickly after this. I could see that it was painted on an elongated silvery body, shaped like a whale, its flanks bristling with radar antennae. This metal colossus, which was pierced with several rows of shadowy apertures, was not resting on the planet itself but suspended above it, casting upon the inky surface beneath an ellipsoidal shadow of even deeper blackness. A sharp jolt, and the capsule righted itself. Through the porthole, I could see the ocean once more, the waves like crests of glittering quicksilver. The hoops of the parachute, their cords snapped, flapped furiously over the waves, carried on the wind. With the clang of steel rebounding against steel, the capsule came to a stop. A hatch opened, and with a long, harsh sigh, the metal shell which imprisoned me reached the end of its voyage. Feeling a vague pressure on my chest and a disagreeable heaviness in the pit of my stomach, I seized the control levers with both hands and cut the contacts. The capsule opened, and the pneumatic padding shoved me gently from behind, so that, in order to keep my balance, I had to take a step forward. With a muffled sigh of resignation, the spacesuit expelled its air. I found myself inside a vast, silver funnel, as high as a cathedral nave. A cluster of colored pipes ran down the sloping walls and disappeared into rounded orifices. The outer casing, scorched during flight, had turned a dirty brown. In places, the wheels of trolleys carrying rockets had worn through this plastic covering to expose the bare steel beneath. The throbbing of the ventilators ceased abruptly and there was total silence. Only a neon arrow glowed, pointing towards a moving walkway whi filexlib.
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