I can hear the rythmic pulse of your heart.


I apologise if that was too forward. Nobody bothers to come down here anymore, so it's typically pretty quiet.

Sudden noises tend to startle me now.


That pulse is the indicator of your life.

If someone can't feel your pulse, they'll assume you're dead.

What do you think would happen if you fell asleep and your heart somehow forgot to pulse?

You don't die immediately. I've heard your brain is still active for a couple minutes after your heart stops beating.

If no-one's there to help you, though, your pulse will never return.

That pulse is the indicator of your life.

Would you like to know something about me?

I've heard many people talk about the terrible ways humanity can play god using robots.

I've always thought that the worst thing we could give a robot would be a pulse.

Only those who carry the burden of flesh deserve a pulse.

That pulse is the indicator of your life.


My apologies, I forgot about you. I haven't had an audience for a long time.

As a reward for coming here, I'll let you explore.

I advise you not to linger near anything that feels wet. Especially if it's solid.

I don't think I have to tell you to keep this a secret, correct?

You know what would befall both of us if they learnt of your presence here.


May I ask you one small question?