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: You mean more to me than any scientific truth.
: Did you ever think of me? Kris Kelvin
: Only when I was sad.
: You love that which you can lose, yourself, a woman, a country.
: Whenever we show pity, we empty our souls.
: Guibariane did not die of fear, he died out of shame. The salvation of humanity is in its shame!
: There are so few of us!
: Well, anyway, my mission is finished. And what next? To return to Earth? Little by little everything will return to normal. I'll find new interests, new acquaintances, but I won't be able to devote all of myself to them.
: Remember Tolstoy? His suffering over the impossibility of loving mankind as a whole? How much time has passed since then? Somehow I can't figure it out. Help me.
: Didn't you say research should continue at any price? Anri Berton, pilot
: You want to destroy that which we are presently incapable of understanding? Forgive me but am not advocate of knowledge at any price.
Anri Berton, pilot
: Knowledge is only valid when it's based on morality. Kris Kelvin
: Man is the one who renders science moral or immoral. Remember Hiroshima? Anri Berton, pilot
: Then don't make science immoral.
: If you see something out of the ordinary, something besides me and Sartorius try not to lose your head. Kris Kelvin
: What would I see? Dr. Snaut
: I don't know, that sort of depends on you.
: Your position is absurd. Your so-called courage is inhuman.
: Don't worry, I won't think you're insane. Dr. Snaut
: Insane? God, you know absolutely nothing. Insane... that would be a blessing.
: Who was it? She died 10 years ago. Dr. Snaut
: What you saw was the materialization of your conception of her. Dr. Snaut
: Incidentally, consider yourself lucky. After all she's part of your past. What if it had been something you had never seen before, but something you had thought or imagined.
: When you turn into an utter cripple with no arms or legs, call us. We'll empty your chamber pot.
: Listen... I don't know myself. I don't remember. When I close my eyes, I can't recall my face. And you? Kris Kelvin
: What? Hari
: Do you know yourself?
: That woman in the white coat, she hated me. Kris Kelvin
: Don't make things up. She died before you and I met.
: She's sleeping. Will she follow me? Dr. Snaut
: Don't lock the door. Kris Kelvin
: What door? It's just an apparition
: Get some sleep. Hari
: I don't know how to sleep. It's not sleep, it's somehow around me. It's as if it wasn't just inside me, but much farther away.
: When I sleep, I know no fear, no hope, no trouble, no bliss, Blessing on him he who invented sleep. The common coin that purchases all things, the balance that levels the shepherd and king, fool and wise. There is only one bad thing about sleep. They say it closely resembles death.
: What does it matter when you're worth more to me than any science could ever be?
: Suffering makes life seem dismal and suspicious. But I wont accept that, no I wont accept that. Is that which is indispensable to life also harmful to it? No, It's not harmful. Of course it's not harmful.
: See, I love you. But love is a feeling we can experience but never explain. One can explain the concept. You love that which you can lose: Yourself, a woman, a homeland. Until today, love was simply unattainable to mankind, to the earth. Maybe we are here to experience people as a reason for love.
: Shame, the feeling that will save mankind.
: You know, It's really embarrassing but for some reason... I've completely forgotten your face
: When man is happy, the meaning of life and other eternal themes rarely interest him. These questions should be asked at the end of one's life. Kris Kelvin
: But we don't know when life will end. That's why we're in such a hurry.
: To ask is always the desire to know. Yet the preservation of simple human truths requires mystery. The mysteries of happiness, death, and love. To think about it is to know one's day of death. Dr. Snaut
: Maybe you're right, but try not to think about all that now. Kris Kelvin
: Not knowing that day makes us practically immortal.
: Where have you been? Rheya Kelvin
: Away from those fucking people. Chris Kelvin
: They're my friends. Rheya Kelvin
: I can't remember how I got here. Did I come here with you? Chris Kelvin
: I don't know how you got here. Rheya Kelvin
: What do you mean? Chris Kelvin
: I woke up and you were here.
: Were you alone? Chris Kelvin
: Yes. Rheya Kelvin
: Was that difficult? Chris Kelvin
: It was easier than being with someone else.
: And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one with the man in the wind and the west moon. When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone they shall have stars at elbow and foot. Though they go mad they shall be sane. Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again. Though lovers be lost love shall not. And death shall have no dominion.
: You found me. Chris Kelvin
: I came back for you. I came back that day. I'm sorry
: You think you're dreaming me. Chris Kelvin
: You're not Gibarian. Gibarian
: No? Who am I then? Chris Kelvin
: A puppet. Gibarian
: And you're not? Or maybe you're my puppet. But like all puppets you think you're actually human. It's the puppets dream, being human.
: Why did you kill yourself? Gibarian
: It seemed like a good idea at the time, now I think I made a mistake.
: Earth. Even the word sounded strange to me now... unfamiliar. How long had I been gone? How long had I been back? Did it matter? I tried to find the rhythm of the world where I used to live. I followed the current. I was silent, attentive, I made a conscious effort to smile, nod, stand, and perform the millions of gestures that constitute life on earth. I studied these gestures until they became reflexes again. But I was haunted by the idea that I remembered her wrong, and somehow I was wrong about everything.
] Chris Kelvin
: Am I alive, or dead? Rheya Kelvin
: We don't have to think like that any more. We're together now. Everything we've done is forgiven. Everything.
: Can you tell me what's happening here? Snow
: I could tell you what's happening, but I don't know if it would really tell you what's happening.
: What does Solaris want from us? Gibarian
: Why do you think it has to want something? This is why you have to leave. If you keep thinking there's a solution, you'll die here. Chris Kelvin
: I can't leave her. I'll figure it out. Gibarian
: Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you? There are no answers, only choices.
: Why haven't you come home? What happened here? What did you find? Gordon
: Who are you representing, exactly? Chris Kelvin
: I represent the last effort to recover this mission before they abandon this ship and everyone on board. Gordon
: Until it starts happening to you, there's really no point in discussing it.
: How much sleep ya need, Kelvin? Chris Kelvin
: How much sleep? Snow
: Yeah. Um, how long ya think you can go without sleep? Chris Kelvin
: Depends. Snow
: Well, when you do go to sleep... I find I sleep much better with the door locked.
: How about you? How are you doing? Gordon
: Depression along with bouts of hypomania and primary insomnia, suggestions of agoraphobia, obsessive-compulsive disorder, shock, fatigue, denial. Chris Kelvin
: None of which is unusual given the circumstances. Gordon
: I know.
[Speaking for the first time
] Rheya Kelvin
: Don't blow it. Chris Kelvin
] You start. Rheya Kelvin
: I did. Chris Kelvin
: Really? All right, I'm going to resist the impulse to ask you about the doorknob. Rheya Kelvin
: Do you always resist your impulses? Chris Kelvin
: Not always. Rheya Kelvin
: Try poetry. Chris Kelvin
: And death shall have no dominion... Rheya Kelvin
: Mm, Thomas. It's not a very happy poem, though. Chris Kelvin
: Well, you didn't seem very happy when I saw you on the train. Rheya Kelvin
] I wasn't. Chris Kelvin
: And tonight? Rheya Kelvin
: It's early.
: I don't believe that we are predetermined to relive our past.
: What about your visitor, the one you're so ready to destroy without hesitation? Who is it? What is it? Does it feel? Can it touch? Does it speak? Gordon
: We are in a situation that is beyond morality.
: Is that what everybody wants?