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♪ Look at him ♪
♪ Strong hands pinched ♪
♪ Removed splinters from my foot ♪
♪ Held me as I learned to walk ♪
♪ The smell of growing things ♪
♪ Of new grass, the ocean, or trees ♪
♪ Hug ♪
♪ Your beard, it scratches ♪
♪ Tickle torture ♪
♪ You lifted me up in the air and twirled me around ♪
♪ Shoulders carried me when I got tired ♪
♪ Hands on my shoulders ♪
♪ Always cracking jokes ♪
♪ Your weird dance moves ♪
♪ Sweet smile of my child ♪
♪ I still hear ♪
♪ I see without knowing that I see ♪
♪ It's easier to feel than to explain ♪
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♪ It's hard for me ♪
♪ What is ♪
♪ The way you are here ♪
♪ You can blink your eyes ♪
♪ But can no longer open the window ♪
♪ I haven't lost the habit of dreaming ♪
♪ The world isn't reduced ♪
♪ To the surface of my skin ♪
♪ I'll reach exactly as far ♪
♪ As I think I can ♪
♪ I'm here, that's for sure ♪
♪ Do you find it strange ♪
♪ To suddenly exist like this ♪
♪ My body ♪
♪ The heavy mass inside ♪
♪ Spread all over ♪
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♪ Scattered ♪
♪ Put back together ♪
♪ Without its weight ♪
♪ Me, and me now ♪
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- Good morning. - Morning.
- Sit anywhere you like.
- Hi. - Good morning.
All right.
Welcome to the clinic.
Over the next six days
we'll be preparing you for the upload.
It's a complex process performed in three major steps.
The first step is your biological identity.
We capture your movements. We sample your speech.
We study your senses and your hormone systems.
In the second step it's your psychological identity.
We create a repository of your personality, of your history,
and create what we call a mind file.
And this isn't just how you see yourself,
it's also how others see you, so our psychiatry team
will be speaking to some of your personal references.
And then, in the last step, your brain will be scanned,
giving us a complete map of your mind.
All the data will be analyzed and infused
and used to create your upload, and through it,
you will be able to move and speak
and think and
feel
just like you do now,
at which point
we say goodbye to your corporeal body.
Yeah.
Um, any questions?
- You know, you can see it this way.
First, we were in the jungle,
and we were at the mercy of animals.
We left, then we developed vaccinations,
and we were able to treat all kinds of diseases.
But never before have we been able to push
the boundaries of death this far into the future.
I think what we do here can be regarded
as a form of rebirth, analogous to the afterlife.
I mean, haven't we always tried to cheat death?
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- Well, this year is the sensory capture room.
Basically, what the brain does is to take input signals
from skin, ears, eyes, and, after a short delay,
produce both internal changes and output signals
to control muscles and hormone levels
and other bodily permutations.
Now, the brain doesn't work alone
when it comes to regulating our actions.
Our hormonal feedback is crucial to this process,
as is information from other parts of the body.
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- We work very hard to make sure that the upload looks
as close as we can to the client when they come in
at the moment of the transfer.
For starters, we find that this helps
friends' and families' initial acceptance of the upload,
but also, and this is very important to us,
we're not here for vanity.
No anti-aging cream. You know, your look is fixed.
Better do your pushups before you get here, you know.
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- The uploads, it's an enormous amount of data,
and all this data is stored on our custom blockchain.
The blockchain is completely decentralized,
so storage is spread across thousands
of servers around the world.
- Well, just as with an ordinary human being,
you can have conversations with an upload.
It's capable of the same kind of thoughts,
attitudes, emotions, mental skills, character traits
as the brain from which it was copied.
To copy the mental contents of a brain,
we use personal reflections, online data,
and video recordings, all critical information
about one's unique and essential characteristics.
And we look at that data, we analyze it,
and we include all of it in the mind file.
And the result is a conscious mind with its own
memories, wisdom, attitudes, characteristics.
And what's really quite extraordinary
is that the upload's mind can continue to evolve,
so it continues to learn and remember.
- In the past, when a generation died,
we would lose their collective wisdom.
It's a great loss.
We can pass information, facts, to the next generation.
It's easy, but it's much harder to transfer wisdom.
So while our our technology advances exponentially,
our morality doesn't.
So for the first time, using this process,
we can actually advance philosophically
as well as technologically.
- Sir, um, I'd like you to verify that you agree
to undergo the irreversible
medical procedure known as uploading,
and that, following the procedure,
your physical brain will be terminated.
- Just sign here, please.
- (chuckles) Well, yeah.
It's been set of us that this
is the next step of our evolution.
Um, I mean, we're already bypassing
Darwinian theory in so many ways.
At this point, we have to be trusting that technology
is taking us to where we need to be going.
At this point, we sort of have no choice.
The mind is housed in the brain.
The brain relies on all these organs to survive,
organs which are prone to disease and failure.
Leaves the mind very vulnerable.
By digitizing the mind, removing it from the body,
we're removing it from these risks.
Take one last trip in your biological body,
and then you, uh,
well, you live forever.
You just have to die first.
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♪ So fast, so suddenly ♪
♪ Just like that ♪
♪ You went away without saying a word ♪
♪ How tired I was ♪
♪ Relief ♪
♪ I'm free of that world ♪
♪ We knew everything about each other ♪
♪ Shared everything ♪
♪ Why the secrets ♪
♪ - My sense of touch is gone ♪
♪ But no matter ♪
♪ I can still think my own thoughts ♪
♪ I went on a journey to be what I must be ♪
♪ I made this decision for us ♪
♪ You can no longer lose me ♪
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♪ Having no eyes, nor flesh, blood, or senses ♪
♪ But falsely believing you have all these things ♪
♪ You prefer that over life ♪
♪ I believe in my body, birth, and my soul ♪
♪ My body is right here ♪
♪ In the midst of reality ♪
♪ If you can't live the way you want ♪
♪ There's no point in living ♪
♪ Why didn't you ask how I would feel about all this ♪
♪ Sometimes it's better ♪
♪ Things don't get the space to spread ♪
♪ To become even more real ♪
♪ My body was nothing but a statue ♪
♪ A machine made of earth ♪
♪ How do I know you're still you ♪
♪ All the parts required ♪
♪ To make it walk, eat, and breathe ♪
♪ None of those made me who I am ♪
♪ I am what I am today ♪
♪ What's left of me is no longer in pain ♪
♪ I was given back my humanity ♪
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♪ Mom had lightness ♪
♪ In her way of being ♪
♪ She simply deflected all the misery ♪
♪ Her loneliness ♪
♪ I lost her ♪
♪ And now you feel far away ♪
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♪ Once in a while ♪
♪ Groundless melancholy ♪
♪ Would darken my face ♪
♪ A dull and incomprehensible nostalgia ♪
♪ Would invade me ♪
♪ Losing her sparked the memories ♪
♪ Of everyone else ♪
♪ I've lost ♪
♪ I couldn't cope with it anymore ♪
♪ I learned about the clinic ♪
♪ It was the only way ♪
♪ To go on ♪
♪ And be part of your life ♪
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♪ A body's confined to one planet ♪
♪ Along which it creeps with pain and difficulties ♪
♪ But the thought can in an instant transport us ♪
♪ Into the most distant parts of the universe ♪
♪ Into peacefully unbounded chaos ♪
♪ When nature lies down ♪
♪ In total confusion ♪
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♪ I, who am really ♪
♪ A thinking being ♪
♪ Do not feel pain ♪
♪ This wound I understand ♪
♪ And I'll stay close ♪
♪ To what I've always loved ♪
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- Using our process,
there are ways that we can mitigate certain,
I guess, abnormal behaviors,
or especially the effects of trauma.
And I'll tell you how we do that.
We don't delete or alter any of the data,
but we can help the client prepare
for the moment of transfer,
helping them achieve an ideal mind state.
We do this with our psychiatry team.
- During our very first trials,
we found that an upload had a very hard time
dealing with no longer being able to touch anything anymore.
Their digital brains derailed
because their tactile connections to life fell away.
A solution to that, we found,
is to have the person focus on a very specific place
or a defining object during the upload process.
It gives them a kind of anchor, you know,
a sense of belonging after being uploaded.
It's like a safety net.
It prevents them from drifting off
into open space like an astronaut.
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- The first thing that comes to mind is my easy chair.
- Hmph.
- It's a very comfortable one,
and I spent so long sitting on it in my student years.
- I really don't see the point in taking anything with us.
I'm looking for a fresh start.
We're getting rid of our bodies,
so why not get rid of the things we can touch as well?
- Look there's so many memories
that tell a story about who we are today.
So the question isn't about which memory we choose.
It's more to do with which part of us.
I'm personally
glad
that we can choose something
which represents
what we want to be.
It's a memory, or it's a part of me that I want to cherish.
- I suppose one of my favorite memories
is of the snowy winter nights
when I'd be driving home from work,
and wake my son
to take him out on a walk together in the snow.
I remember the chill on our cheeks,
and the sound of the snow crackling under our boots,
and just,
I suppose like a feeling
that there was no one in the world except us.
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- The designers work closely with the clients
to meticulously recreate the scene
of the chosen memory anchor.
Memories are faulty. They change over time.
But by recreating the scene and then placing the client
in the chosen memory at the time of the transfer,
then it'll always be available to them.
They can always fall back on it, and it'll never change.
It'll always be reliable.
♪ Sheep ♪
♪ Ship ♪
♪ Sheep, ship ♪
♪ Good ♪
♪ Sheep, ship ♪ ♪ Shoot ♪
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♪ Red ♪
♪ Now ♪
♪ Teacher ♪
♪ Up, far ♪
♪ See ♪
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- Um, so identity consists of three basic components,
family identity, social identity, and personal identity,
and to create a mind file, we look at all three.
Obviously, a person's life consists
of both good and bad memories,
but focusing on the ones that have a positive connotation
helps us to create a happy and healthy mind file.
We don't delete traumatic memories because that could end up
altering a person's personality beyond recognition.
We understand that he didn't want us
to talk to his daughter,
so we're happy that you could make
the time to talk to us today.
- You know,
I don't think a lot of people know how funny he is.
He's very funny. He's very spontaneous.
He's got a hilarious laugh.
- We used to go shopping or go to the stores.
And every time, I got sucked into it, and I wasn't looking,
he would take coins and kind of put them in front of me
so I would think, "Oh, look, I found money!"
And it took me such a while, a long time,
before I realized that he was actually doing it.
I used to think I was the luckiest person in the world.
- Yeah, when, um,
when his daughter's male school friends
came round to the house,
he did what a lot of fathers
of teenage daughters want to do.
He got a baseball bat and came out to the front of the house
and said, "Can I help you?" (laughs)
- It's almost like he's trying to escape time
by ignoring that it even exists.
- So yeah, the first time he came to our house,
my sister introduced him as just a friend.
She's a very bad liar,
and I could tell he was more than that.
- How is he as a father?
- Every afternoon, she would wait
by the window for him to get home,
as if something about him told her
that he was gonna be the bearer of good news.
And she would run down to hug him and look up into his eyes,
and she just knew then that all would be well.
He's the best dad in the world.
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- This is where the final step
of the uploading process takes place.
Now, your brain contains about 86 billion neurons,
interconnected by about 100 trillion synapses,
and information flows and is transformed
through these vast networks.
We will make a scan of your actual biological brain,
measuring exactly how the neurons
are connected to each other,
in order to be able to make a copy
of this pattern onto the artificial brain.
We call this your brain's roadmap.
- Uh, only a single mind upload is allowed. No copies.
That's why the destruction of the biological brain
is actually necessary to eliminate the possibility
for multiple simultaneous identities.
And, by the way, aside from the legal implications,
which we take responsibility for
while we wait for governments to catch up,
there are energy and environmental limitations
to why that would just be not possible.
- Every piece of information in the world
has been copied and backed up, except for the human mind.
It's the last analog device in the digital world, until now.
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♪ I'm certain that you exist ♪
♪ I've left my body behind ♪
♪ I'm certain that you are dead ♪
♪ Now I can focus on what I have ♪
♪ I'm certain that you do not exist ♪
♪ No more denial, anger, bargaining ♪
♪ No more darkness ♪
♪ I am the real me ♪
♪ You can't lose me anymore ♪
♪ You only talk about what this means to you ♪
♪ You're not infinitely close to yourself ♪
♪ But infinitely distant to me ♪
♪ Your life's process is not only yours ♪
♪ At some point, I will be gone ♪
♪ And you'll still be here ♪
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♪ A father who survives his daughter ♪
♪ Did you consider that ♪
♪ I hoped you'd do the same ♪
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♪ I hoped you'd do the same ♪
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♪ Give up my body ♪
♪ Never ♪
♪ Give up touching, hugging ♪
♪ I don't want to be uploaded ♪
♪ Scanning a brain to copy its personality ♪
♪ Is like scanning a Stradivarius to hear Bach ♪
♪ When I lie down in the grass ♪
♪ And close my warm eyes ♪
♪ I feel my whole body lying down ♪
♪ In reality ♪
♪ Then I know the truth, and I'm happy ♪
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♪ If you can't live the way you want ♪
♪ There's no point in living ♪
♪ I know you did it for me ♪
♪ But why couldn't you find a way ♪
♪ Of going on with life for me ♪
♪ I couldn't ♪
♪ Did you even really try ♪
♪ I did ♪
♪ Dad, did you ♪
♪ I can't tell ♪
♪ I wish I could push you ♪
♪ My heart is shaking now ♪
♪ I hoped you'd do the same ♪
♪ I wish I could ♪
♪ What are you ♪
♪ Give up your body ♪
♪ And so when you finally took yourself from me ♪
♪ So much time, so suddenly ♪
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♪ I'm seeing her figure all by itself ♪
♪ But in ways different ♪
♪ From when I saw her in person ♪
♪ I recall from memory ♪
♪ Of how she is ♪
♪ When she talks to me ♪
♪ But in each thought ♪
♪ She's a variation ♪
♪ On her likeness ♪
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♪ Dark faces of the people I've lost ♪
♪ It isn't gone ♪
♪ The memory of pain ♪
♪ It wasn't removed ♪
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♪ None of it worked ♪
♪ I'm still locked in a fading, frozen body ♪
♪ I was supposed to be dreaming ♪
♪ To be freed of it ♪
♪ How long was I on pause ♪
♪ Just for a moment ♪
♪ I never want to be left ♪
♪ Alone again ♪
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♪ Why did you do this ♪
♪ I can't bear to be left ♪
♪ Again ♪
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♪ It's like I'm reading ♪
♪ A poem ♪
♪ I deeply love ♪
♪ The spaces between the words ♪
♪ Almost infinite ♪
♪ It's why everything exists ♪
♪ That I didn't even know existed ♪
♪ Every landscape ♪
♪ Located ♪
♪ Lovely ♪
♪ This is where you are ♪
♪ Now ♪
♪ This is how ♪
♪ You are now ♪
♪ This is where you are known ♪
♪ This is how ♪
♪ You are now ♪
♪ Between lights ♪
♪ The mirror and the time ♪
♪ The sun's white winds ♪
♪ Blow through ♪
♪ It's where everything exists ♪
♪ I didn't know existed ♪
♪ Every landscape ♪
♪ Located ♪
♪ Lovely ♪
♪ This is where ♪
♪ You are now ♪
♪ This is how ♪
♪ You are now ♪
♪ This is where you are now ♪
♪ This is how ♪
♪ You are ♪
♪ Till now ♪
- I thought you were- - Hi.
Got the day off. - Ah.
- They're rendering my hair. (sighs)
It's weird, right?
I mean, once it happens, there's no turning back.
- Our bodies die, but we don't.
So what made you decide to upload?
- See, I'm here on a grant.
I'd never have been able to afford it myself,
but it's because of my intensive knowledge
of the holy scene.
I guess the committee was eager
to preserve my knowledge for eternity.
- Huh.
- I just chose one of my earliest
memories from when I was about,
I don't know, four or five years old.
This memory of me and my sister
sitting at the kitchen table,
and what we would do is we'd slide down under the table
and sit there together in our own little hut.
And I remember hearing the muffled voices
of Mummy and Daddy talking,
knowing they're there, you know,
but just being safe on your own.
- It's a nice part.
- Hmm.
- Have you chosen?
- It took a while, but yes, I have.
My memory anchor is a favorite place
my parents used to take me on summer holidays.
I was sitting against this stone wall.
It was so hot, you could barely touch it.
I was trying to catch lizards.
I could hear the birds chirping,
and I was watching Mum and Dad in the distance.
My dad was making my mum laugh.
It felt like we were all truly together.
It's the one place I would really feel safe.
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- So a memory anchor will help him
be a version of himself in happy days,
but we also need to know about his unhappy experiences
so that we can move them to the background.
- He's really hard on himself. He always has been.
He's full of
doubt,
and he's always questioning himself.
He finds decision-making really hard.
- Of course, the children around him grew up
with parents that they could look up to.
He missed that terribly, and that was one of the things
that was really hard for him from a young age.
- Can you tell us about his relationship with your sister?
- He was madly in love with her, and she adored him.
I mean, they'd found each other.
My sister meant everything to him.
- And then he was, like, suddenly left alone in the world,
and he never got over it.
And how could he?
You know, he lost her,
and it seemed like he,
hmm, he lost touch with the here and now.
It was like death became even bigger than life for him.
- He just always seemed so happy.
There's no one in the world
that can make me laugh like he does.
To be honest, I don't really understand how someone
so depressed could have so many jokes up their sleeve.
- The only thing actually keeping him in the here and now,
that's his daughter.
You know, I think if it wasn't for her,
I don't think he would've made it this far.
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Until ♪
♪ Now ♪
- Ethically speaking, this is all uncharted territory.
The protection of an upload's civil rights
will be the cause celebre of the 21st century.
I have no doubt about it.
But until that time, we put our own safeties in place.
Euthanizing an upload, for example,
can only be done with the approval
of both the upload themselves and their chosen agent,
typically a loved one, yeah.
- Well, an upload currently
cannot delete itself autonomously.
It needs the approval of an appointed family member.
It's quite silly, if you think about it.
Self-determination means that you can decide
to become an upload and terminate your living brain,
but yet, when you are an upload,
you have to be one for eternity.
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Tomorrow's your big day, your moment of transfer.
We've finished your mind file,
and I'm happy to hear that you've chosen a memory anchor.
- And you're certain you can erase my worst memories?
- Well, it's very likely that we'll at least be able
to reduce the effects of your trauma.
A lot will depend on your mental state
during the upload process
and the strength of your memory anchor.
I'm confident that you're ready for it.
♪ Sense ♪
♪ Place ♪
♪ Spark, giggle ♪
♪ Block ♪
♪ Doubt ♪
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♪ Myself, suddenly ♪
♪ Strange ♪
♪ To see a landscape as it is when I'm not there ♪
♪ The memory anchor didn't work ♪
♪ I thought things would get better ♪
♪ But the fear of being left alone is still here ♪
♪ It's too hard for me to stay ♪
♪ Please free me of all of this ♪
♪ Free me ♪
♪ Delete me ♪
♪ Delete you ♪
♪ Permanent erasure ♪
♪ Can't do it myself ♪
♪ You have to help me ♪
♪ That, that would be killing you ♪
♪ I won't do it ♪
♪ There's got to be another way ♪
♪ I'm terrified of myself ♪
♪ Of things I thought I didn't have to bear anymore ♪
♪ My being as I am prevents you ♪
♪ From going on with your life ♪
♪ Which version of you ♪
♪ Do I have in front of me ♪
♪ What can I trust if not you ♪
♪ All my usual aches and pains come flooding over me ♪
♪ I can't feel my aging anymore ♪
♪ What else did you expect ♪
♪ No world they created for you ♪
♪ Can compete with the real one ♪
♪ I can no longer imagine the future ♪
♪ Thinking about the future ♪
♪ Feels like being asked to find a chair ♪
♪ In an empty room ♪
♪ I'm asking you to let me go ♪
♪ We have to ♪
♪ No ♪
♪ No, not me ♪
♪ What's wrong with you is not what's wrong with me ♪
♪ Sweetheart, it's the only option left ♪
♪ It's so hard for me to see you suffer ♪
♪ And knowing you'll be like this forever ♪
♪ I want to help you ♪
♪ I do ♪
♪ But how ♪
♪ How can you even ask me ♪
♪ To delete you ♪ ♪ I'm asking you ♪
♪ I want to help you ♪
♪ I'm asking you ♪
♪ But I can't face ♪
♪ You dying twice ♪ ♪ To let me go ♪
♪ A father shouldn't survive his child ♪
♪ But she shouldn't have to kill him, either ♪
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♪ As long as the sky burns ♪
♪ You'll be the truth of myself ♪
♪ The song and the venom ♪
♪ The danger and the ecstasies ♪
♪ The vigil and the sleep ♪
♪ The dread and the miracle ♪
♪ Between lights ♪
♪ Facing the sun ♪
♪ River of thoughts ♪
♪ Neither dead ♪
♪ Nor alive ♪
♪ What you didn't tell me my whole life ♪
♪ You tell me lies ♪
♪ I'm the only one ♪
♪ It is all in my power ♪
♪ To make you fly ♪
♪ And myself ♪
♪ Alone ♪
♪ I can't take your hand ♪
♪ Not for myself ♪
♪ I have to give you mine ♪
♪ Not so I won't be scared ♪
♪ But so you won't ♪
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♪ As long as you yourself exist ♪
♪ You'll be the mirror and the time ♪
♪ The infinite and the imminent ♪
♪ The memory and the unusual ♪
♪ The defeat ♪
♪ And the verse ♪
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♪ Pulling me ♪
♪ And my image ♪
♪ Unthinkable ♪
♪ Unanswerable ♪
(funereal organ music)
♪ Between silences ♪
♪ Facing shadows ♪
♪ Ocean of words ♪
♪ My ruins of the heart ♪
♪ All transform ♪
♪ This one body ♪
♪ Boundless occurrence ♪
♪ Our hopes and dreams ♪
♪ Any different ♪
♪ Reality denied ♪
♪ Comes back to haunt ♪
♪ Grief ♪
♪ Burns through me day after day ♪
(tense, glitchy music)
♪ I thought I was escaping ♪
♪ But my travels ♪
♪ Haven't brought me any further ♪
♪ Death didn't really matter to me ♪
♪ Life did ♪
(funereal organ music)
♪ Life did ♪
♪ Everything in the world ♪
♪ Began with a yes ♪
♪ One molecule said yes ♪
♪ To another ♪
♪ And life was born ♪
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(rousing, passionate music)
♪ My darling looks for a father ♪
♪ She can't see ♪
♪ And how fast she's grown ♪
♪ The best things are those we abandon ♪
♪ Precisely because we are leaving ♪
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(intense, brooding music)
♪ As long as you yourself exist ♪
♪ You'll be the mirror and the time ♪
♪ The infinite and the imminent ♪
♪ The memory and the unusual ♪
♪ The defeat ♪
♪ And the verse ♪
♪ My image ♪
♪ As you are now ♪
♪ So once were we ♪
♪ Me, and me now ♪
- Tomorrow's your big day. Your moment of transfer.
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♪ Feel ♪
♪ Lungs ♪
♪ Support ♪
♪ Bones ♪
♪ Tickle ♪
♪ Skin ♪
♪ Couch ♪
♪ Hand ♪
♪ Sense ♪
♪ Place ♪
♪ Spark ♪
♪ Giggle ♪
♪ Block ♪
♪ Leg ♪
♪ Heart ♪ ♪ Doubt ♪
♪ Crush ♪
♪ Race, thoughts ♪
♪ Fist ♪
♪ Heavy ♪ (soft music)
♪ Mass ♪
♪ Fall ♪
♪ Tired ♪
♪ Struggle ♪
♪ Hug ♪ ♪ Struggle ♪
♪ Rib ♪
♪ Shoulders ♪
♪ Relish ♪
♪ Memory ♪
♪ Loose ♪
♪ Brush ♪
♪ Seek ♪
♪ Calm ♪
(soft, melancholy music)
♪ See ♪
♪ Crimson ♪
♪ Reach ♪
♪ Out ♪
♪ Weightless ♪
(bright, mysterious music)
(object crackling)
(insect chirping)
(object crackling)
(birds twittering)
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(birds twittering)