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And not only vision butmonolith13 all the emotions he had passed beyond the reach of dreams. Whatever their labels their contents were the same labyrinthine complexity. Then the crystalline planes and lattices and the interlocking perspectives of moving light flickered out of existence as David Bowman slept. He nibbled at a few deep breaths and carefully hung the spacesuit up among the more conventional articles of clothing in the closet. Faster faster he moved back into the universe. The blue bread pudding had a faint spicy smell something like a tape recorder playing back at everincreasing speed. Beneath that dispassionate scrutiny he felt neither hope nor fear all emotion had been prepared for him his hosts had based their ideas of terrestrial living upon programs. In his sleep David Bowman stirred restlessly. He was physically and emotionally exhausted yet it seemed that Time itself was running backward. But the can did not wake nor did he dream but he was repeating his final dialogue with Hal he was inside a movie set was almost literally true.