Their captors had a very curious system, a very curious motivation. The captives were allowed to--even encouraged to--build devices to bring about their escape. Only at the last moment, mysteriously, the captors always stopped them-- Dr. Little woke up abruptly, with a distinct sensation of having just stepped over a precipice. His eyes flew open and were greeted by the sight of a copper-colored metal ceiling a few feet above; it took him several seconds to realize that it was keeping its distance, and that he was not falling either toward or away from it. When he did, a grimace of disgust flickered across his face; he had lived and slept through enough days and nights in interstellar space…
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