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To Julio's imagination this terrestrial globe appeared like an enormous ship sailing through infinity.

Its crews--poor humanity--had spent century after century in exterminating each other on the deck.

They did not even know what existed under their feet, in the hold of the vessel.
To occupy the same portion of the surface in the sunlight seemed to be the ruling desire of each group.

Men, considered superior human beings, were pushing these masses to extermination in order to scale the last bridge and hold the helm, controlling the course of the boat.

And all those who felt the overmastering ambition for absolute command knew the same thing.