Sky

Sky:
The Juganet is a circle, The circle is a machine, The point is a paramagnetic intersection.

Sky:
A Juganet is a circle, which is also a point, an intersection of two planes.

Jane Vennor:
It's no good. What's it look like?

Sky:
I can only describe it by the forces it generates, not the shape.

Jane Vennor:
Oh, so if there is one, how did it get wherever it is?

Sky:
It was put there for the travellers.

Jane Vennor:
Who by?

Sky:
The others.

Jane Vennor:
I see, so, er, how will you know when you've found it?

Sky:
I shall be gone.

Sky:
Take me away from living things.

Arby Vennor:
There's food.

Sky:
I do not know how to eat.

Arby Vennor:
Well, you practice on these biscuits, then.

Sky:
Listen, there is a force against me. A force generated by my arrival. It is growing, increasing in strength. I must be gone before it becomes manifest. Now, where is it? Where is the Juganet?

Sky:
I am a traveller. There have been others as your book says.

Michael:
Is it true?

Sky:
It is true but not true. Understand it like this: This place was once a meta-centre, what your book calls a holy island. And there were circles, not circles of beasts but circles of force. Travellers, gods as you call them, have visited this place centuries ago. What you read are symbols, and fragments of symbols. It is like this, the truth that men once saw was a window of many colours, now the window is shattered and lies in glittering shards across the floor. But the fragments you pick up cannot be the whole and the wind of chaos begins to blow through the open space.

Michael:
Chaos?

Sky:
Yes.

Michael:
Then there's no point.

Sky:
There will be survivors, they are the ones I must help. Not... you.

Goodchild:
Life or destruction, you must choose.

Sky:
The human species has already chosen. They made their choice five million years ago. With the first flint, man bent nature to his will. There can be no turning back.

Goodchild:
There must be. Your way, the way of intelligence is the way to destruction. You made man make that choice, you made him violate the natural law.

Sky:
No, human life has scorned both of us. The chaos to come is of man's own making. Neither you or I can help him now.

Dr Saul:
[about Sky] Feelings of persecution, a sense of being special. It's a typical case of messianic fantasy compensating for social rejection, the old God from outer space thing.

Sky:
There is something there, or the echo of something. The place is in honour of the travellers. I did not expect this desctruction, this desecration. Nothing has any worth, does it?

Sky:
He is one of the few. His mind is not cluttererd or patterned like yours. It's doors are opened. He can see what I see. He will interpret that to you.

Jane Vennor:
But he's supposed to be... simple.

Sky:
No, it is you who is complicated.

Goodchild:
Forces of the earth. Forces in the earth. Forces from the earth and below the earth. You who made me manifest, called me forth from the tree of life, who gave me a voice and this hated human form; make your will known through me now against this abomination. Here we have anathema, alien and evil. Here we have strangeness, unwelcome and unknown. Here we have disease, blastocystic and obscene, spreading its contagion from the diaspora of beyond.