The Nine Billion Names of God
'“Should be there in an hour,” he called back over his shoulder to Chuck. Then he
added, in an afterthought, “Wonder if the computer’s finished its run. It was due about
now.”
Chuck didn’t reply, so George swung round in his saddle. He could just see
Chuck’s face, a white oval turned toward the sky.
“Look,” whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven. (There is always
a last time for everything.)
Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.'
(With thanks to A.C. Clarke)