"So you want to have it both ways now," the man was no longer looking at Golam but the words still dripped out of his eyes and stuck on the edge of Golam's simulated being, "you want to give up AND maintain your identity. You want to be a Saint AND a Slut. You want to create your own new-time religion AND lose your virtuosity in a cesspool of bubbling fleshpots. And now you have come here to save yourself from the total destruction of meaning. Am I making sense to you? Or would you rather I dematerialize and afford you the opportunity to cash in on this white-hot grid of overdetermined senselessness?"