The sun lay dead ahead.
Caffrey sat down and poured himself a drink. Then he remembered something. If the disease hit him, he might alter the course.
He smashed the machinery, ripping it apart with his great hands, tearing it, so that the course could never be changed. Wires lay severed and bare all over the floor.
He picked up the bottle for another drink. The sun was a living ball of flame. He could not look at it.
The green sign went crazy. EXERCISE PERIOD, it blinked, EXERCISE....
Caffrey tried to throw the bottle at it. His hand twitched. The bottle fell to the floor and broke. Caffrey looked at his hands, at the hairs whitened with sun glow. The hand twitched again. Dillman stirred where he lay. His leg flapped once or twice.
Caffrey sat there while the heat began to melt the walls. He felt his body writhing, but it did not matter, in the heat. There was only a blinding whiteness all around. He thought about the androids. He thought about Skolnik. He thought, at last, about Mars.
He was still thinking about Mars when the ship fell into the burning maw of the sun.