I never liked tricks with animals. Seemed sorta wrong, makin' 'em perform like that. Roy got what he deserved.

[ She takes a slow sip of her drink, thinking. Well, if he's trying to visualize things he can't remember, then it stands to reason they would be wrong. It's almost like asking for a concept, isn't it? It becomes nebulous, variable. Her head tilts to one side. ]

Out here, if I say tennis ball, what's in your mind? If it's not, y'know, like a firm picture with details, then what is it? [ She pauses, tries to imagine a tennis ball without actually seeing one. ] Maybe that's what you should be manifestin'. You give that to the Singularity to turn into somethin'.