[331 MHz] Poet: Hothead, it's Poet. You guys free?
[331 MHz] Harry Reeve: No, we're not. Yes we are.
[331 MHz] Allison Lyons-Nilgate: We're ready, yeah. Pillbox bunker.
[331 MHz] Poet: We'll be there in a minute.
[331 MHz] Harry Reeve: Or will you?
[331 MHz] Harry Reeve: Are any of us really here?
[331 MHz] Hachirou Hanako: Define "here".
[331 MHz] Allison Lyons-Nilgate: ...pillbox. Bunker.
[331 MHz] Harry Reeve: Not just in the pillbox, but- on a purely existential level? How do we prove our own existence in a material world? We can, of course, define that /we/ exist as thoughts, but do we exist beyond the purely conceptual? Descartes was never sure, man.
[331 MHz] Harry Reeve: How can you ever be sure?