His features were twisted by the acceleration, and his sanity seemed to have gone. There were maybe ten or fifteen people to see him off. They weren't cheering. They stood in the gray curtain of rain, hunched over with their hands in their storm-coat pockets. Behind them was the vague bulk of the Experimental Station. And beyond that, invisible in the night, were the mountains he would never see again. "O.K., Stevens. This is it." So what? Stevens clanked as he turned toward the "Coffin." He was