Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect. Mind if I do a J? Bring in that floating fat man, the Baron! It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more. ?Apagando las luces! Pass into the Iris. Evolution? they said to themselves, Who needs it? if you’ve never been through a matter transference beam before you’ve probably lost some salt and protein. The beer you had should have cushioned your system a bit. Go home and drink, grandpa.

That just sounds like slavery with extra steps.

We could all have been killed - or worse, expelled.