Catherine: "Are we done here?"

Simon: "Yeah..."

Catherine: "Activate the climber please..."

Simon: "Sure thing...

Catherine: "Strap in, it'll get bumpy..."

*ERROR*

Simon: "...It's dumb luck, right? I woke up in the right body...Your basically flipped a coin and if I had called the wrong side i'd be rotting away at omicron...I mean there's no way to know, right? You didn't hit the "Make-sure-Simon-wakes-up-in-the-right-body" switch, did you? Not that you would know...He would still CLAIM to be the right Simon...CHRIST! This is awefull! We did an awfull-fucking-thing...and you woulnd't mind, why would you!? How could you know its not me!? The me that I am!? The same that i've always been!?...Please say something...I don't wanna' think...Please..."

Catherine: "...I don't know what to say. I don't wanna' upset you..."

Simon: "...Say anything..."

Catherine: "...When I was little, I used to climb the stairs all the way to the top of the building...I can still feel how I did it, ya' know, tuck my arm
so I could push the heavy steel door open...Well, the first time that I
dared go up there, I stepped out onto the roof and watched the smog rise and fall over Taipai...I got ALL the way up to the corner edge and, ya' know...I felt the warm wind in my hair and the sun was setting and the streets below were shadowed by the tall buildings...The people pushing through the crowd flowed like paint artist's brush...street food vendors filled the air with aroma of all my favourite foods...For a brief moment, I felt connected to the world in a way I'd never had before...It was the most profound feeling of comfort and sense of belonging, I could EVER hope for...I really never felt the same way again but...I went up to the roof many times after...I'm not religious but I can see why people would be. The Privalidge of being makes a strong case, atleast every once in a while.

Simon: "Do you still feel that sense of "Awe"? Even like this?"

Catherine: "Things are different but we're still here".

Simon: "What's the point of going on? Everyones gone...All the people still left are digital copies, trapped in computers, at the bottom of the sea...we'll never be able to rebuild or reclaim what we were".

Catherine: "Are you really so unhappy being what you are? Or is this about the man who went for a scan a hundred years ago?"

Simon: "Both, I guess? When I was back in Toronto, even the worst case, the darkest futures I could predict they atleast included my previous life somehow. I feel so uprooted...Theres nothing here that I recognize, nothing that makes me feel like I belong...Even if we made it to the ARK, would it be any different? I'd still be alone...no friends...no family..."

Catherine: "You could make new friends. I'm sure everyone would like to know "The Time Traveler". If not, you still have-"

*ERROR*

Simon: "...Catherine?...Cath?...Hello, Catherine? What happened!?"

Catherine: "-me. I know it's not much but-WHY have we stoped moving?"

Simon: "The power blacked out for a moment, think it could be the atmospheric pressure..."

Catherine: "Don't worry, it SHOULD hold".

Simon: "...Comforting..."

Catherine: "It WILL HOLD".

*ERROR*

Simon: "Does...Does time freeze when your not powered?"

Catherine: "Time feels, omitted more than anyting".

Simon: "What's the difference?"

Catherine: "I don't feel like im being held back or hindered and I don't have the oppotunity to reflect the time im missing...it's simply, missing..."

Simon: "Sounds like sleeping without the dreaming".

Catherine: "Yes but generally you anticipate when you are about to sleep and theres a natural continuation since, we tend to wake up where we went to sleep. MY experience is more like...an ever changing moment that never really seems to find closure..."

Simon: "Sounds kind of like a movie being edited live".

Catherine: "I suppose so. I guess it sounds exciting but it really keeps activated to the point of exhaustion".

Simon: "Huh...That's rough..."

Catherine: "Could be worse...I could be a time traveler stuck in a body made from black
goo".

Simon: "Hmph...that'd be the worst...Have we figured out what happens when we die yet? Is that even possible...? If there's some kind of afterlife...do you think my place is taken? The real me died like, a hundred years ago...is there still room for me? And what about the Simon I killed at Omicron...? What'dya' think, Catherine? Is there a heaven full of redundant copies of the same people? Is there someone out there who'd call me an imposter...? ...Look's like we're closing in on the ocean floor..."

Catherine: "Good, not sure the climber can take it much longer. OK! So, this is the Omega sector. It's about an acre of the abyssal plan used by Pathos-II. I expect you'll have to do some walking before we reach Tau".

Simon: "You haven't been here before?"

Catherine: "Not in a way that would help us".

Simon: "Right, the other you has been here. We're following in your old footsteps, Cath".

Catherine: "When I had footsteps..."

Simon: "You could still be down here somewhere...technically".

Catherine: "Don't remind me, freaks me out..."

*ERROR*

Catherine: "Alright, lets head for Tau and find that ARK".