"And in the Solar System?"
"I'm afraid so."
The communication dropped from John Davis Drumstetter's hand.
"This is the logical conclusion," he said slowly. "The actors are playing on a stage of worlds for an audience of one. At the solar observatory on Mercury, astronomers study the Sun and send in their reports, in case I should glance at them. In the mines of Pluto, miners dig ore to provide a market quotation I might see in the telepapers."
He kicked the communication across the floor.
"Get out," he told them with infinite weariness. "The last human being commands."
He slept for a day and had breakfast in full public view under a tree. Peeping Toms of both sexes watched him.
