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  “Well that’s interesting,” Namput said.

  “The footage is…the stuff of dreams.” Verma clasped her hands together as if in prayer.

  “That’s just the problem. I checked the source, and it would seem the images on screen did not arise from the optical systems, but rather amongst the neurosomatic circuit in the Ningal Cells. We never really ruled out the possibility that our biocomputer would produce unreliable results.”

  “You must be wrong!” Verma looked at Gedanken E in despair.

  “I’m not wrong.” Namput sighed again. “This data is all a dream – the product of a highly imaginative computer’s mind. The Octacube is not a messianic escape hatch from this world. In our haste, we exchanged one illusion for another.”

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  [1] This is a Zen saying by an unknown author.

  [2] This is ironically the word used for a living room in a Japanese home that is not made in a Western-style. Tatami mats on the floor in this area contrast with the sofa Apsu’s mother lies upon, hinting at the ever changing cultural environment of Japan in the future.