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221you know.%u201d%u201cWhat? I%u2019m not real?%u201d She asked me%u2014the spark in her eyes fading.%u201cOf course you are. You are as real in your world as I am in mine.%u201d%u201cWhere is your world then?%u201d She asked me.I shrugged.%u201cWhat you don%u2019t know, Mol?%u201d She asked me.What do I tell her, this beautiful, mature woman with an inquiring mind to equal my own? Perhaps the truth.%u201cI think I will find out very soon.%u201d I told her.And I watched as her bright mind thought about my words. To help her, I said, %u201cMost people who discover what you are now learning, first have to die first.%u201dI watched the light come to life in her eyes as though someone had lit a lamp in them.%u201cYou%u2019re dying?%u201d She asked. Although from her tone, it was not a question but a conclusion, a statement of deduction.%u201cYes. I am. I am at the final stage of an incurable disease. I am in pain most of the time and it grows worse each passing day.%u201dShe looked genuinely sympathetic. I reached up and kissed her gently, more like a caring father than a desiring man. Why would I not love her? I love them all%u2014all the characters that interact with each other inside my dying mind.%u201cDo we, do I, die with you?%u201d She asked me the hard question.%u201cIt%u2019s a difficult and complex thing to answer. Stay with me a while I consider the best way to answer you. Watch your interacting characters and your physical self while I ponder it.%u201d I told her.Albert was fucking Barbara in her arse as she lay unmoving and The Search For Consciousness