Oh, Corp, trees and grass. Their deep green color fills my eyes. I’m in a dazzling room with a low ceiling and glass walls wide open on what seems like the luxuriant path of my dreams. There’s a bright, vast Outside. It looms over me without domes, and a surge of dizziness makes me clench my hands on the metal edge, sure I’ll be sucked away. A strange, fragrant sigh shakes some light piece of fabric hung in front of the open glasses. Behind, grass and vegetable life forms of a breathtaking green rustle gently at the huge whisper of this bright Outside. There’s water flowing briskly between the plant forms, forming a quiet, deep pool. I never saw so much water in my life. I never saw anything like that. It’s not like Book; it’s better. In a stupor, I lower my gaze to my hands, to my skimpy body. I am here. My body is real. I’m not dreaming. I sit in the padded foam of the sarcophagus. I’m cold. I tremble, but I feel good. I feel full of energy. Someone puts a warm, soft garment over my shoulders.
