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Pennsylvania is really fucking empty.

“We’d better build something,” says William nervously. “They’re expecting more than, you know, an infinite velvet-gray plain.”

“Not infinite,” says Hannah. “Just extending to the horizon.”

“So effectively infinite.”

“From our perspective, yes.”

“Isn’t all infinity just a matter of perspective? I mean, even the universe itself, to God–”

“The numerical concept of infinity ignores perspective.”

“But what about countable infinity compared to uncountable infinity?”

“Wait, which one of us is talking? I’ve lost track.”

“I must be William, my voice is deeper.”


“So. Um. Hannah.”


“Why are you going all velvet-gray?”