Let's just say if what happened forty years ago didn't exist, man would still be a creature that fears the dark. Fear comes from not knowing. He then averts his eyes from that fear and acts as if he never had any memories of his life, of his history, of the very beginning.

Do you think man can survive cut off from the memories of his past? He having no idea how long he's been there or where he's from and what he's connected to.

I've lived my life as a newspaper reporter. I uncover the truth I write in my articles. But then I learned all too well that a mere reporter like myself can't ever get to the truth in this city. It's nearly impossible, and it's unsure. No one here is even interested in learning the truth, a truth that must be known. But I want to know. I want to learn what must be known.

It wasn't just the people of this city who lost their memory forty years ago. The foreigners who sleep underground who came here searching for fragments of memories have lost as well.

Truth. Those who seek it out unknowingly become obsessed with this grand illusion that they are able to control this world. This tiny world. The incomplete book of Gordon Rosewater written in his younger days depicts the final days of humanity and the foolish humans who use the power of God.

You! You posses the foolishness of both man and machine. It chooses one who controls the power of God created by man, one who is able to arrive at one truth. That's not the case with you.

The giants who formed this world into its sensual existence and now seem to live in it in chains are in truth the causes of its life and the sources of activity. But the chains are the cunning of weak and tame minds which have power to resist energy.

I will have the true memories in my possession. All this time I was mistaken, but it won't be long now, for I realize what those memories really are.

Paradigm City. A grand ostentatious stage. And above it, secretly looking down on the folly of human blunders were not the ever expecting and comforting presence of Gods, but only this abandoned equivalent. This is a comedy! That which I was searching for! The true memories! THEY WERE…