Kim Rendell stood by the propped-up _Starshine_ in the transport hall of the primary museum on Alphin III. He regarded a placard under the space-ship with a grim and entirely mirthless amusement. He was unshaven and hollow-cheeked. He was even ragged. He was a pariah because he had tried to strike at the very foundation of civilization. He stood beside the hundred-foot, tapering hull, his appearance marking him as a blocked man. And he re-read the loan-placard within the railing about the exhibit: Citizens, be grateful to Kim Rendell, who shares with you the pleasure of contemplating this heirloom.…
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