Nadya:	Is this how memory works: imprint upon imprint until eventually our reconstructions diverge significantly from the original?
Liao:	I'm sorry – what was your question?
Nadya:	[ignoring Liao] . . . just frames after frames of perception?
Gus:	[on a different tangent] Is this a sunset? The sun does not "set" - it continues shining whether or not we see it.
Bill:	[half-listening to the conversation] Uh-huh, and the sky is yellow.
Gus:	[ignoring Bill] The sun must be lonely . . .
Bill:	[half-distractedly] Yes, it seems the sun is yellow.