Specialist (evolved mecha): David, I often felt a sort of envy of human beings... of that thing they call 'spirit.' Human beings have created a million explanations of the meaning of life... in art, in poetry, and mathematical formulas. Certainly, human beings must be the key to the meaning of existence. But human beings no longer existed. So, we began a project... that would make it possible to recreate the living body of a person long dead... from the DNA in a fragment of bone or mummified skin. We also wondered, would it be possible... to retrieve a memory trace in resonance with a recreated body? And you know what we found? We found the very fabric of space-time itself appeared to store information... about every event which had ever occured in the past. But the experiment was a failure, for those who were resurrected only lived through a single day of renewed life. When the resurectees fell asleep on the night of their first new day they died again. As soon as they became unconcious, their very existence faded away into darkness. So you see, David. The equations have shown that once an individual space-time part had been used, it could not be reused. If we bring your mother back now it will only be for one day, and then you will never be able to see her again. David: Maybe - Maybe she will be special. Maybe she will stay. Specialist (evolved mecha): I thought this would be hard for you to understand. You were created to be so young. David: Maybe the one day will be like that one day inside the amphibicopter. Maybe it will last forever. Specialist (evolved mecha): David, you are the enduring memory of the human race. The most lasting proof of their genius. We only want for your happiness. David, you've had so little of that. David: If you want for my happiness, then you know what you have to do. Specialist (evolved mecha): Listen. Can you hear that? The new morning has come. Go to her, David. She's just waking up this instant.