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gradually inched toward the far edge of the balcony to get a better look at what lay before me. The city extended, in all directions, as far as I could see. Then I noticed thousands of small, shining, insect-like aircraft floating, flying and darting everywhere. Sometimes they would slow and enter through glowing portals or spots on the sides of the buildings and structures.

     “‘I must have stood there, rigid and completely absorbed by the sight, for many, many minutes. Then suddenly I felt very tired, and despite the hypnotic, entrancing view, I wanted to leave. I turned around and as if "they" had read my thoughts, the wall glowed at the end of the metallic corridor and again the cylinder was waiting for me. I slowly walked back down the corridor, trying desperately to collect my thoughts. I was afraid to turn around, afraid I would be tempted to

rush back and gaze again at the tantalizing city.

     “‘I left the same way I came - the long trip in the enclosed cylinder, the weightlessness, out the side of the ravine and the long walk through the still dark woods. My head was spinning, and I was confused and bewildered about what I had seen. I have gone back many times now and each time my amazement and interest grow. I have gazed upon the city for many hours, yet each time my fascination increases. I have tried to break through the transparent walls of the balcony with all manner of drills and torches, but nothing avails: they seem to be indestructible! But still I try. Each day my life centers more and more upon the city. I have told no one but a few of my friends.

     “‘Yes, I am a man obsessed, the vision of the city has captivated my whole life. I must find an answer and I must find it soon. Or I know I shall die gazing out over the balcony into that incredibly dazzling hypnotic city, unmourned and unmissed by my friends of the surface world!"

     “...Even more recently Victor Pence, editor of