"We are seen.
It's not long until we will be touched."

"Touched by what, exactly?"

"Touched.
Chewed.
Tasted.
Digested.
Processed.
Excreted."

"Ramin, focus, please.
What is doing all that?
Or rather, what do you feel will be doing those things?"

"It's big.
Bigger than the Sun.
Smaller than an atom."

"And what does this large small thing want, beyond touching us?"

"It just is.
It needs no reason.
It needs only to exist.
It needs only to expand."

"Do you want to talk about Immersion 132R?"

"There's nothing to talk about.
I wasn't there.
It didn't touch me.
I didn't look.
It didn't look back.
It didn't smile with a million rotten worlds in its mouth."

"Have you been taking your medication?"

"Like they would help.
I tried, Doc, I really did.
But the truth is, I like having these thoughts.
They give me a certainty, and I am thankful for knowing how it will all end.
That we all belong to something, and nothing can take us from it now."