Of course, there were the muties, grotesquely deformed parodies of humans, who lurked in the upper reaches of the Ship where gravity was weaker.
Indeed, how could the Ship move, since its miles and miles of metal corridors were all there was of creation? Science knew that the Ship was all the Universe, and as long as the sacred Convertor was fed, the lights would continue to glow and the air would flow, and the Creator's Plan would be fulfilled. But he also understood this was actually allegory for a voyage to spiritual perfection.
Hugh had been taught that, according to the ancient sacred writings, the Ship was on a voyage to faraway Centaurus. A fix-up consisting of the novelette Universe (1941) and the novella Common Sense (1941).
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