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I was all ready when the genie offered me three wishes. “A faster-than light spaceship, a very sensitive directional radio antenna, and a video recorder.”

Now I’m 54 light years from home, I’ve got my antenna pointed at Earth, and my finger poised over the Record button.

And it just occurs to me that I could have asked the genie for a copy of the lost Doctor Who episodes, and I’d still have two wishes left.

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What mattered was the journey, not the destination!