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I love the opening line of this story: We came to the dark star, the microcephalon, the adapted girl, and I, and our struggle began.
Three scientists travel to observe the last moments of a dying star, but the personal and professional conflicts between them make research impossible. I found their petty bickering quite annoying in some ways, but the characters were so fascinating I put up with it. In typical Silverbergian fashion, the scientific aspect of the situation is almost completely ignored to focus on the people.
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