Yes, I’d like to hear it, HAL. Sing it for me.
Part of me was afraid of what I would find and what I would do when I got there. I knew the risks, or imagined I knew. But the thing I felt the most, much stronger than fear, was the desire to confront him.
Shoot him again. His soul is still dancing.
I’m the bad guy? How did that happen?
With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everything’s far away. Everything’s a copy of a copy of a copy.
They weren’t human.
Now… where was I?
I’m panicking! A man can die of panic!
Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There’s no escape. I’m God’s lonely man.
You don’t like what you see, do you? It’s my mouth! You think you can tell from my mouth, that I’m condemned! That I’m gonna be found guilty! Guilty!