‘I think of it as a Quantum Simulator. A Particle Sorter. If everyone needed a Heaven to play out their fantasies to keep things Safe for everyone else, then this Unit could sort their Particles through space and time. It will separate them so if they hurt others, it's still only their Particles, an extension of their Self, a masked image.’
‘It's a sand castle, Sal?’
She smiled briefly, ‘Yea. But they're made of the sand, too. So they ain't hurting no one but themselves.’
‘I don't see it like that, Sal. They don't got no right to hurt anyone, not even themselves.’