“How long has it been? My clock is spinning backward. I see stars being born. I see them die. The Exo is changing me. I don’t need air anymore. I don’t need food. I just… need to keep moving.”
“Everything is bending. Time. Light. Me. I see Earth. I see the first fish crawling onto land. I see my own birth. Control, I understand now. The Exo isn’t a vehicle. It’s a perspective. A way to see.”
(Entering an alien cavern)
“We see it. Your trajectory is bending. Can you pull up?”
And somewhere, on a small blue planet, a child picks up a rock and throws it into the sky, wondering what it feels like to fly.
“I can’t go home, Control. There is no home. There’s only the flight. And the next one. And the one before. Always the Exo. Always one.”
“Confirmed, Voyager. You are go for departure. Remember – the signal originated from beyond the heliopause. We have no idea what you’ll find out there. Trust the Exo. Let it guide you.”