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Measured in distance and time that rough walk in the ponderous suits across the broken terrain of the asteroid was a short one; measured by the beating of his own heart, Dane thought it much too long. There was no sign of life by the air lock of the bubble -- no move on the part of the men stationed there to come to their assistance.
"D'you suppose we're invisible? " Ali's disembodied voice clicked in the helmet earphones.