Taking a  mort  and deep breath, filling our lungs with rarest argon, we stop and then step through an arched  porte , and begin to fall, with no discernable momentum, into a clean, well lighted place, an unempty  vue , where an unmysterious  soleil  hangs at a distance, and we are surrounded by our fellow planets. The future of  Deseret , or where we will live afterward the end of the  film , at the beginning of Waxweb.     Ensemble, nous sommes repartis vers la Planète de la Télévision, qui transmettait les morts vers le futur.