I tried to find the rhythm of the world where I used to live. I followed the current. I was silent, attentive, I made a conscious effort to smile, nod, stand, and perform the millions of gestures that constitute life on earth. I studied these gestures until they became reflexes again. But I was haunted by the idea that I remembered him wrong, and somehow I was wrong about everything. We take off into the cosmos, ready for anything - - solitude, hardship, exhaustion, death. We're proud of ourselves. But when you think about it, our enthusiasm's a sham. We don't want other worlds; we want mirrors.
---Gibarian: You think you're dreaming me?
--Chris Kelvin: You're not Gibarian.
---Gibarian: No? Who am I then?
--Chris Kelvin: A puppet.
---Gibarian: And you're not? Or maybe you're my puppet. But like all puppets you think you're actually human. It's the puppets dream after all, being human.
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