“Control… it’s beautiful. The Exo is… resonating. I can feel it. Like a memory I never had.”
“There’s a sphere. Like the Exo, but bigger. It’s pulsing. Control, I think this is where they were made. The Exos. They’re not machines. They’re… seeds. Seeds for what?” Exo One
“Everything is bending. Time. Light. Me. I see Earth. I see the first fish crawling onto land. I see my own birth. Control, I understand now. The Exo isn’t a vehicle. It’s a perspective. A way to see.” “Control… it’s beautiful
“It’s not pulling me down. It’s pulling me… forward. I see light. Not sunlight. Older light. Control, I’m going in.” but bigger. It’s pulsing. Control
(Sound of rising harmonic tone, then silence.) (A long, silent drift through interstellar void. Then:)