Solyaris Page #5

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anymore and I went to see her.

When I got there,

she was already dead.

There was a needle mark on her arm.

Like this?

Why did she do it?

She probably sensed

that I didn't really love her.

But now I do.

- Kris.

- What?

I love you.

Get some sleep.

I don't know how to sleep.

It's not sleep.

It's somehow around me.

It's as if it weren't just inside of me,

but much farther away.

It's probably still sleep.

So, it looks like our guest ofhonor

isn't showing up.

- Why?

- Maybe he has guests.

Oh, everyone's already here?

You're an hour and a half late.

What's that you're reading?

It's all rubbish.

Rubbish.

Where the hell is...

Here!

"They come at night.

But one must sleep sometime."

That's the problem.

Mankind has lost the ability to sleep.

You'd better read.

I'm a little excited.

"I know only one thing, seor.

When I...

When I sleep, I know no fear,

no hope, no trouble, no bliss.

Blessings on him who invented sleep.

The common coin

that purchases all things,

the balance that levels

shepherd and king,

fool and wise man.

There is only one bad thing

about sound sleep.

They say it closely resembles death."

"Never before, Sancho, have I heard you

speak so elegantly as now."

That's great, but perhaps

you'll let me say something now?

I propose a toast to Snaut,

to his bravery,

to his devotion to duty.

To science and to Snaut.

Science? Nonsense.

In this situation, mediocrity and genius

are equally useless.

We have no interest

in conquering any cosmos.

We want to extend the Earth

to the borders of the cosmos.

We don't know what to do

with other worlds.

We don't need other worlds.

We need a mirror.

We struggle for contact,

but we'll never find it.

We're in the foolish human

predicament

of striving for a goal that he fears,

that he has no need for.

Man needs man.

Let's drink to Gibarian.

To his memory.

Even though he got frightened.

No, Gibarian was not frightened.

There are worse things.

He died of hopelessness.

He thought all this

was happening only to him.

My God!

All these heartbreaking lamentations

are nothing but

second-rate Dostoyevsky.

Who are you to judge?

I know why I'm here.

I'm working.

Man was created by nature

so he could learn her ways.

In his endless search for the truth,

man is condemned to knowledge.

Everything else is whim.

Permit me to ask,

my esteemed colleague:

Why have you come to Solaris?

- What do you mean, why?

- Well, are you working a lot?

Forgive me, but aside from

the romance with your ex-wife,

nothing seems to interest you.

You spend all day lounging in

a bed of noble thoughts,

and that's how

you carry out your duty.

You've lost touch with reality.

Forgive me, but you're simply a loafer.

Enough!

Let's try to be pleasant.

We'll drink to Gibarian.

Not to Gibarian, but to Man.

Are you saying

Gibarian was not a man?

Stop it, Kris.

Let's not fight.

After all, it's my birthday.

It's my day.

Of course.

I think that Kris Kelvin

is more consistent than both of you.

In inhuman conditions,

he has behaved humanely.

And you act

as if none of this concerns you,

and consider your guests -

it seems that's what you call us -

something external, a hindrance.

But it's a part of you.

It's your conscience.

And Kris loves me.

Maybe it's not me he loves,

but he's simply protecting himself.

He wants me alive.

That's not the point.

It doesn't matter why man loves.

It's different for everyone.

It's not Kris.

It's you.

I hate you all.

- I would ask you...

Please don't interrupt me.

I'm a woman, after all.

You're not a woman

and you're not a human being.

Understand that,

if you're capable

of understanding anything.

There is no Hari. She's dead.

You're just a reproduction,

a mechanical reproduction.

A copy. A matrix.

Yes.

Maybe.

But I...

I am becoming a human being.

I can feel just as deeply as you.

Believe me.

I can already get by without him.

I...

love him.

I am a human being.

You...

you're very cruel.

Get up! Get up right now!

My dear man.

Nothing could be easier.

We've wasted time arguing.

We're losing our dignity

and human character.

No.

You're human, each in your own way.

That's why you argue.

I hope I'm not bothering you.

You're a good man...

but you look awful.

I've really lost heart.

Help me out a bit.

Doesn't a man

who's ready to give up his life

just to make cursed contact

in order to know more about it

have the right to get drunk?

He has every right.

Do you believe in our mission, Kelvin?

I'm not going to bed yet.

It's important not to fall asleep.

I'm going to see Faust.

In the laboratory, our Faust-

Sartorius -

is seeking a remedy for immortality.

While we...

Listen, let's open these hatches

and shout down below.

It would suddenly hear.

But what should we call it?

Maybe we should whip it.

Or, better yet, pray to it.

What's wrong?

I think I shut the door to the library.

She's there alone.

Go. I feel better already.

The station is changing its orbit.

At 5 a.m. there will be

Don't forget.

Forgive me, my darling.

I was lost in thought.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing.

Everything's fine.

She drank liquid oxygen.

She did it out of despair.

It'll get worse.

The more she's with you,

the more human she'll become.

Learn from Sartorius' example.

- Thanks for the advice.

What do you intend to do?

Wait until she returns.

And then what?

Leave the station?

Kris, she can only live here,

on the station. You know that.

What can I do?

I love her.

- Which one?

Her, or the one in the rocket?

You can pull her in from space.

She will appear again

and she'll keep appearing.

Don't turn a scientific problem

into a common love story.

I had a feeling this would end badly.

You should help her.

What a ghastly sight.

I can never get used

to all these resurrections.

Is it me?

Hari...

What?

Why?

Why?

No, it's not me.

It's... I'm... not Hari...

And you... Maybe you...

- Don't, Hari.

- I'm not Hari!

Fine!

Maybe your appearance

is supposed to be torture.

Maybe it's a favor from the Ocean.

What does it matter

when you're worth more to me

than any science could ever be?

Do I look a lot like her?

No, you looked like her.

But now you -and not her-

are the real Hari.

Tell me...

Do I disgust you? I'm so...

I disgust you!

- No, Hari. That's not true.

- You're lying!

- It's not true. Stop it.

- I must be disgusting!

- Stop it.

Don't touch me!

I love you.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I'm not going back to Earth.

I'll live here with you on the station.

You know...

I'm afraid.

It looks like it's showing

some activity.

Your encephalogram helped.

You know...

whenever we show pity,

we ravage ourselves.

Maybe it's true...

Suffering makes life seem

dismal and suspect.

But I won't accept that.

No, I won't accept that.

Is that which is indispensable to life

also harmful to it?

No, it's not harmful.

Of course it's not harmful.

Remember Tolstoy?

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