Eventually, by some odd circumstance, this debris, caught in the various pulls of diverse stars, gradually found itself in an eon long circuit. Its arrivals, well predicted on three distinct planets, were seen as a sign. Astrologers, prognosticators, and prophets all marked its movement closely, seeing it only with the naked eye, a distant glare moving through the night. It was the same glare of those thrusters long ago, for it sparked the same desire. Telescopes were made, and the people of those alien planets saw a ship hurtling past, a window, in it a face. They were not alone.
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