A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .

The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That we've never accomplished before. What we've done with you is groundbreaking. We cracked the code. The mind is an energy that the brain produces. Think of a glass ball twirling on your fingertip. If it falls, it shatters into a million pieces. All the parts of a ball are still there, but it will never twirl with that force on your fingertip again. The brain is the same way.

When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act play.

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.

How can you be sure?" "I'm a doctor, Jenna. And a scientist." "Does that make you an authority on everything? What about a soul, Father? When you were so busy implanting all your neural chips, did you think about that? Did you snip my soul from my old body, too? Where did you put it? Show me! Where? Where in all this groundbreaking technology did you insert my soul?

... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up