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[Mu is sitting on the ground of the Plane, his back to the Colluseium, cross-legged, but resting his elbows on his knees, and his head in his inter-laced fingers. In front of him is the Aries Cloth in presentational form. Both Mu himself and the cloth are glowing slightly, resonating with one another if your character is so inclined as to sense something like that. Mu's eyes are closed in concentration, but his mouth seems to be humouring the thought of a smile, albeit a small one.

Eventually his eyes open and he looks at the cloth fondly, reaching a hand out to absently trace one of the patterns on it's surface.]

But you, my friend, are real enough to me.

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More like about our realities. They're not real.

[stares] What do you mean? Of course they're real!

So are those dreams.

[shakes his head, not understanding] But...but where'd this come from all of a sudden? Are you saying our...our lives aren't real? Like the Matrix come to life!?

I learned once, and was outright told a second time; both times, I somehow forgot.

We haven't been here forever; I'm sure they must have been real prior to our arrival.

But it's the same as it's always been! How could that be possible? How could...how could Anna not be real? Or the Alvarensons? My job--any of it!

Aside from the bizarre experiments, and I do think you've been here long enough to notice any possible merges with another's reality. I would have trouble believing it myself, had I not been told by one of the workers in the Twins' shop.

Well... [reluctantly] I haven't actually seen any, but I've heard about them. [and he knows what you mean--how could they be possible if every reality is real?]

But how can they be just like our homes, Mu? How can it be so real you can't tell?

The same way those dreams are, I suppose.

[shivers; he's not liking a word you're saying right now. not one bit] You mean...you think it's from our minds?

It's the best theory I have at the moment.

That's... [sits down, looking shaken] That's awful...

There was a man here the other day who spoke of controlling the Machine. Did you speak to him at all?

[glances at him, still looking rather shell-shocked] That Shay bloke? Yeah.

Did he say anything of interest?

Yeah, uh... [swallows, trying to compose himself. he's glad for the change in subject; it's giving him something else to focus on so he doesn't have to face that other truth] The Plane's sucking us in, making us part of a...uh...a Machine. We could use that black hole thing to take control of it, but we have to make it big enough, and somebody has to go inside it. And the way to make it big enough is...[hesitates]...the energy of people's lives. People have to die... [cringes, his expression pained. shakes his head] I don't know if we can trust him. I...don't know what to believe. Even if he's telling the truth, would it really work like that? And people would have to die to try it!

Many have died already. Many more will, no doubt. It may not be the truth, but it's somewhere to start.

Start with what? If other people heard the same thing I did...well, we can't just let people start killing each other!

Start learning how best to put the control of the Machine into our hands.

[hopefully] Do you have another idea?

Not at present.

[sighs] Damn. I...I don't know what to believe, Mu.

Did you see that strange woman?

The laughing one? Yes. And that wasn't the first time, either.

[surprised] So she was here before! What happened then? [he's really hoping there might be some positive news to be had in all of this]

Assuming I've not confused her for someone else, she appeared at a time when this place, for lack of a better explanation, broke. We were trapped here, and the stars had gone out.