True to SCIENCE, Corwin and Anwei continue their observations.
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Sometimes you need to be gentle with the shy.
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Maybe we’ve begun to find what we’ve been looking for (even if Anwei looks a bit askance), but Moira is still looking.
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So where’s what we’ve been looking for?
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…you knew it, a laboratory.
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Moira has imagination, but Corwin has….
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Moira’s library find links Gnosis College with a strange Southeast Asian beach.
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Professor Corwin faces an interrogation in his office.
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Nanetta realizes that SCIENCE requires decisive action.
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Nanetta ponders in wonderment at the strange spectacle she has just witnessed.
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Now if I were there I would probably be reminding Nanetta of David Hume’s famous remark on the elusiveness of personal identity.
For my part, when I enter most intimately into what I call myself, I always stumble on some particular perception or other, of heat or cold, light or shade, love or hatred, pain or pleasure. I never can catch myself at any time without a perception, and never can observe any thing but the perception. When my perceptions are removed for any time, as by sound sleep; so long am I insensible of myself, and may truly be said not to exist. And were all my perceptions removed by death, and could I neither think, nor feel, nor see, nor love, nor hate after the dissolution of my body, I should be entirely annihilated, nor do I conceive what is farther requisite to make me a perfect non-entity. If any one, upon serious and unprejudiced reflection thinks he has a different notion of himself, I must confess I call reason no longer with him. All I can allow him is, that he may be in the right as well as I, and that we are essentially different in this particular. He may, perhaps, perceive something simple and continued, which he calls himself; though I am certain there is no such principle in me. But setting aside some metaphysicians of this kind, I may venture to affirm of the rest of mankind, that they are nothing but a bundle or collection of different perceptions, which succeed each other with an inconceivable rapidity, and are in a perpetual flux and movement.
—Treatise of Human Nature Pt. IV, Sec. 6.
Or at least I would be so reminding her, once I got the image of Anwei emerging from the pool out of my head. Which might take a while.