"The Order Bureau has obtained the original object, haven't they," the Astronaut said, "you've also discovered that perhaps ether is a foreign substance to this world."
The Astronaut sat down in the recliner, his bulk almost spilling out of the chair.
Bologue sat in another recliner, his mind sometimes chaotic, sometimes clear.
"Yes, we've discovered this," Bologue answered like a student answering a question, "it could be related to the rising ether concentration."
"Indeed, ether concentration," the Astronaut nodded, "the ether concentration of the entire world is continuously rising."
"What do you think will happen if we let it continue, Bologue?"
"What will happen...?"
"Yes, imagine it, your imagination has always been quite impressive, hasn't it?"
Bologue paused, then began to recount to the Astronaut the scenario he had rehearsed countless times in his mind.
