The aphoristic engines flared as they penetrated the final barrier, emerging in a flash of non-light into a space that was not a space.
“We’ve made it!” cried Doctor Geisteskrank. “We’ve abstracted ourselves! We’re in the realm of pure logic. Now to locate a suitable base camp.”
“What about that?” asked Bertram, pointing to a distant planetoid. “It must be enormous, given the distance.”
“That one’s no good,” said Doctor Geisteskrank. “It’s a falsehood.”
“How can you tell?”
“Lies have their own gravity. It pulls things in. The truth, on the other hand, sleets through the cosmos untouched and untouchable.”