As Prisoner No. 12 looks through a chain-link, a down-feather settles on his upper lip and he mutters:

In truth, there is nothing like a hyper-individual. We all need somebody. Even from the beginning, you needed somebody to transport you from the realm of possibility to that of actuality – whether your mother or a test tube. Even your emotions rebut you, don’t they? Quit the self-deception. Or you have magic?