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Algis Budrys - The End of Summer Illustration by Kandis Elliot Nothing is forever. Some things, however, last a very long time... I Americaport hadnt changed since hed last seen it, two hundred years before. It was set as far away from any other civilized area as possible, so that no plane, no matter how badly strayed, could possibly miss its landing and crash into a dwelling. Except for the straight-edge swath of the highway leading south, it was completely isolated if you forgot the almost deserted tube station. Its edge was dotted by hangars and a few offices, but the terminal building itself was small, and severely functional. Massive with bare concrete, aseptic with steel and aluminum, it was a gray, bleak place in the wilderness. Kester Fay was so glad to see it that he jumped impatiently from the big jets passenger lift. He knew he was getting curious looks from the ground crew clustered around the stainless steel ship, but he would have been stared at in any case, and he had seen the sports car parked and waiting for him beside the Administration Building. He hurried across the field at a pace that attracted still more attention, eager to get his clearance and be off. He swung his memory vault impatiently by the chain from his wristlet while the Landing Clearance officer checked his passport, but the man was obviously too glad to see someone outside the small circle of airlines personnel. He stalled interminably, and while Fay had no doubt that his life out here bored him to tears, it was becoming harder and harder to submit patiently. Christopher Jordan Fay, the man read off, searching for a fresh conversational opening. Well, Mr. Fay, we havent seen you here since 753. Enjoy your stay? Yes, he answered as shortly as possible. Enjoyed it? Well, yes, he supposed he had, but it was hard to feel that way since hed played his old American memories at augmented volume all through the flight across the Atlantic. Lord, but he was tired of E