In a quite foggy field as the cattle graze around, the silhouette of something big can be seen standing in the distance, everything feels engulfed in a dreamy state. The silhouette said with a soothing yet robotic voice:

“Are you just a one-headed pile of meat on a crash course with the cosmic dump? Or do you contain the sole memory of a million dead stars?”

"How do you light a candle without a match?"