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exclusive of the equatorial ring bulge.

Perhaps it was this spaceship and other such examples that had allowed my longing for an eventual
return to my home world to become less insistent. My long existence on the planet of humans had all but
erased the impressions of my younger years. Memories of Arkon had grown dim and vague.

I squinted upward toward the synthetic sun and tried to consider by what technical wizardry the nuclear
ball was being held in its circular orbit inside the bell-shaped energy field that protected Wanderer from
the vacuum of space.

I thought of recent events with a shudder. Wanderer had been trapped in another time-plane by an
overlapping of the 2 dimensions. The ruling intelligences of the alien universe had not wanted the artificial
planet to escape and so it came about that the eerie collective entity of Wanderer had brought all the
might of its technological powers into play. This had finally resulted in a transition-like hyperjump out of
the Druuf plane of existence.

Nevertheless, Perry Rhodan and I were mutually faced with the problem of locating this world which
was no longer in its normal orbital location. In doing so we had to overcome physical phenomena that
were incomprehensible because any logical approach to them was mind-boggling from the start. I felt
inwardly void and burned out. It had been too much to experience: what we did in that completely
unstable structure of semispace between the 2 comprehensible dimensions. It had been a sheer accident
that saved us and had served to complete those levels of energy which finally led to the stabilization of
space.

My head reeled when I recalled the mathematical problems involved. After awakening from an abysmal
sleep of exhaustion I found that Lt.-Col. Sikerman had already landed theDrusus , which had been
waiting in the normal Einstein universe.

I glanced once more at the mountain of Arkon steel-plastic armourplate. From my position I could not
take in the entire mass of the super battleship, as though I were at the foot of some cordillera whose peak
lay inaccessibly remote in the distance. Yet this monstrous spaceship was astoundingly safe and reliable
to fly.

The light throbbing in my chest reminded me of my biological pacer, a special cell activator about the
size of an egg, which had held off the aging processes of my body for thousands of years. Ever since I
had found out that Perry Rhodan and various members of his staff had received a biological treatment for
cell conservation, I had been burning with curiosity. I still clearly remembered the day that had brought
me the incredible gift from my unknown benefactor.

It had been long ago, almost 10,000 years by Earth chronology. During my wanderings through the
various epochs of Earth’s development I had almost forgotten to ponder the origin of my cell activator.
But ever since I had been associated with Perry Rhodan the subject had again occupied my mind.

Curious parallels and points of coincidence in the course of events had come to indicate without any
doubt that my own small apparatus could only have originated with the same mysterious being who had
also given Rhodan a certain measure of immortality.

We learned just how much this ‘eternal life’ was to be interpreted as a relative quality when we strove
desperately only a few days before to even be able to locate the synthetic planet Wanderer. It was there
alone that the so-called Physiotron existed, in which the human body could receive the cell reactivation.