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He crawled away, injured, from the wrecked single seater - the first 'manned' Mars lander - salvaging only the Book.
Withheld from his kind, he'd smuggled it all the way from Earth. No one suspected he was a worshipper.
He knew his last hours would be lonely and painful but the Book would comfort him, as always.
His metallic fingers made the two signs of Binary then carefully opened Isaac Asimov's I, Robot.
He began to read.