Free Nightmare journey by Dean Koontz Page A

circle each of those stars you see at night.”
    “But you're asking me to take all of this incredible stuff on faith,” Jask complained.
    “If you can take Lady Nature on faith, you can listen to what I'm telling you.”
    “Lady Nature is different,” Jask insisted.
    “I'll agree to that,” Tedesco said, grinning.
    “Oh, go on,” Jask said. He shifted his position, for his poor shell of flesh did little to cushion his bones from the jeweled floor.
    Tedesco said, “Men settled on the other planets circling our sun, fought impossible environmental problems there and won. In time, perhaps a thousand years after they touched down on the moon, they launched the first starship. A thousand years after that, they had uncovered the key to faster-than-light travel and began the greatest era in the history of the race. They went to the stars.”
    “Impossible. If we had achieved so much, Lady Nature never would have left us to-”
    Tedesco interrupted with a wave of his hand and continued when Jask grew quiet. “For perhaps five thousand years, mankind journeyed in the stars. The number of other worlds is infinite, you know. The possibilities for discovery never ceased. Indeed, in all that time mankind encountered no other sentient race, only the ruins of what other races had achieved and lost in ways we will never know. But after five thousand years, men discovered alien races superior to our own. It was this encounter that led to the decline of their civilization.”
    Jask said, “How could that be? Space and stars are blessings, not evils.”
    “Man found that he could not communicate with the alien races that he met, for they were purely telepathic beings who had eons earlier stopped communicating verbally. An entire galactic civilization, composed of hundreds of odd races of beings, did business by means of telepathy. Some of them could read the minds of men, but none of them could make themselves understood, for man was not the least bit receptive to their mental emanations. Earthborn were outcasts, both intellectually and socially. Perhaps they could have ignored these superior beings and gone on, exploring arms of the universe in which the other races had never ventured or had no interest. But they did not. Man was precocious in some ways, venturing into space before most other races did, quick and bright and eager to learn. On the other hand, he was hundreds of generations away from acceptance by his superiors. For this reason, and for the psychic shock his inferiority caused him, man retreated from the stars, came home to his own system of worlds, finally withdrew back to Mother Earth herself, there to contemplate his position on the scale of things.
    “In time his inability to accept his station in the cosmic order corrupted him, turned him away from real achievement. For thousands of years mankind reveled, trying to forget that he occupied a low rung on the ladder of sentient civilizations. He partied. He made new toys, among which were the Artificial Wombs. At first some held hopes that these centers for genetic juggling would produce telepathic men, but this was not to be. In a few years the Artificial Wombs were just other toys, to be played with by parents who wanted colorful children either for the thrill of it or for some strange social status I've never been able to define.
    “In time their society divided into countless cults and sects, splintered by philosophies and religions, by occupations and leisure interests, by politics and morals, they began to lose interest in the games and other festivities. Men fell to arguing with other men. These arguments became fistfights. The fist-fights degenerated into armed confrontations, and then into genuine battles and, at last, into major wars among differing power blocks. For a brief while the catalogue of human knowledge was added to-as men theorized, built and used strange new weapons. But this was only a cancerous growth of knowledge, and it led to the Last War, nearly killing