text_original: Much later, the Observatory at Land's End on Triton watched her heading past the gibbous mass of Pluto  out into the interstellar fastnesses. The thrumming of the jets was still at last. A wild eyed thing that may once have been a man stared in horror at the fading light of the yellow star far astern.
text_transcription: MUCH LATER THE OBSERVATORY AT LAND'S END ON TRITON WATCHED HER HEADING PAST THE GIBBOUS MASS OF PLUTO OUT INTO THE INTERSTELLAR FASTNESSES THE THRUMMING OF THE JETS WAS STILL AT LAST A WILD EYED THING THAT MAY ONCE HAVE BEEN A MAN STARED IN HORROR AT THE FADING LIGHT OF THE YELLOW STAR FAR ASTERN
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