Trurl says: “Impossible!”, cried Trurl.

Master says: “Not at all. What was the machine’s capacity?”

Master says: “Upsilon 10¹⁰.”

Master says: “Then there’s no room for more than one informational model. You were tricked, which I see nothing wrong with, for your action was cybernetically unspeakable from the first.

Master says: But enough, Trurl. You have left a bad taste in my tomb, which only the dark sister of Morpheus and my final bride, Death, can wash away.

Master says: Return home, resurrect your cybernetic brother, tell him the truth, including what has passed here tonight, and then bring him from the machine out into the light of day,

Master says: using the materialization method you will find outlined in the Applied Reincarnology of my much lamented mentor, the famed tectonician Hullabus.”