Linda: | Attention Space Station N16: transmitting love signals from the center of the cosmos. |
Ron: | There is no space station there: just a drop of shining goo. |
Lex: | There is no goo either: just the play of imagination. |
Lis: | Évidemment, different people see different things, no? I see a split-second of time against the backdrop of eternity. |
Lex: | Who knows? How useful are any of our explanations? |