S1039A

N Corp.'s order, its rules, and its Canned Experience ensure that its feathers can live without much worry.

But the world outside provides us no real respite.

What awaits us out there isn't a place where life is lived. Just a pinning board of humans who are categorized, designated, and nailed on display.

But here, people will feel how absurd and discomforting it all is.

Do you see now?

Finally, finally, people will have to live in the world seen through your eyes.

It doesn't even need to be a tool for N Corp. to produce Canned Experiences anymore.

This whole thing can become a beautiful sailing ship for the two of us, floating, roaming the world. No more rewinding. They can all live here, freely, and in forms of their own choosing... Living in a world whose meaningfulness we define!

We can do this... together. Two lonely, kindred souls who understand each other.

Oh, just thinking about it makes my heart rush. Doesn't yours?

... But we will still be afraid.

No, we won't.

This Sisyphe would be our creation... and we can do whatever we want with it.

And with that freedom, Sisyphe will finally become a world with true raison d'être.

A world that was once so alienating to us... will no longer be just a superfluous world of random contingencies.

Jeanne... The world does not change. Therefore, it is unreasonable and indifferent to our existences.

That Cinéma Sisyphe, created in your design...

... will still be an alienating thing, a place reaved of freedom, only wearing the façade of familiarity.

... But I will be free. To me, it will be a place of comfort and succor.

Ma puce, do you think I'm wrong?

I am afraid... to judge what is right and wrong.

Not the only thing you're afraid of, is it?

You know we can't fly, Meursault. Outside Sisyphe, out there, you're going to plummet.

Yes. And it will come to me as a slow descent, even as I feel the weight that is attached to me.

Fear and vertigo will set in as I fall.

And the clear meaning of existence will remain opaque to me, even as I draw my last breath.

It is my responsibility to steer the direction of my flow, to choose what I can keep and what I must surrender.

So, I refuse to follow that Voice. I will not... walk with you.

And you're fine with this life, where you're always on a crash course with other people? Feeling that excruciating pain of collision every second of your life?

Yes. Like this waltz, there are inevitable differences between your understanding and mine.

But I will keep on colliding, dancing to the rhythm, making adjustments, reciprocating their movements.

They'll laugh at you. You'll live a life that is a constant stream of embarrassments because we don't know how or what we need to adjust, or where to even begin.

And we never will.

But not knowing will not stop me from trying.

... You're leaving me again.