"It was the moon, all right. I know. I scrambled right back here on terra firma in a big hurry, too. There are some things on that satellite of ours—
"This morning I tried destroying matter. You saw how it worked. I've tried making things grow. That works, too. It's unlimited, this power. Anything that is limitless is—infinite."
Doctor Wooden put his cigarette into a bowl of water. Jonathan flipped his out the window, and watched it arc downwards. They stood silent, frowning. Doctor Wooden roused himself slowly.
"You can turn this gift into the greatest benefit to mankind the world has ever known, Jonathan. You can investigate scientific mysteries at the source. You could find cures. You could—"
Jonathan waved a big hand.
"I know. I've thought of all that. But I'm worried. I've a feeling that this power was given to me for a certain purpose. To enable me to do something even bigger. No force we know could have done this to me. It came from outside, beyond the Earth. It must have. There is something out there that needs—or wants—me. Maybe that voice did get in a few subconscious suggestions, after all. Wherever it came from, I should find that voice."
"You could explore the universe," murmured Dr. Wooden thoughtfully.
"I may have to. I'm going to search all space if need be. I can't hold back. Perhaps the voice implanted that, too. An urge to go out there among the stars and look for it. The wanderlust. It's a thing like thirst and hunger, that is a part of you."
"When do you intend leaving?"
"Tonight. At once, perhaps. Why wait for night? Oh, God, I don't know what to say, what to think. But I'm going."