“I don’t know,” shrugs Eva. Xxx As I helped her her eyes fell on the scratches and rips of her survival suit. Apparently her picture of Eden was slightly different from mine because small, almost imperceptible changes began to take place all around us: the number of flowers increased spectacularly, a blue bird of paradise emerged from behind the rocks and perched on the nearest tree near us, clung to a branch and with its head down began to sing so loudly and rhythmically that I thought it had some kind of amplification station hidden somewhere. Draw your own conclusion if you can.”
A soft snort of laughter echoes over the rhythms of the bird of paradise and I saw Eve frown thoughtfully, staring blankly:
“That means that our minds have been scanned, and this heaven is a mixture of what was found in our minds
