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PILOT
Pilot "controls" Moya in one sense... in another sense,
they're partners. Pilot's actually joined with
Moya in a symbiotic relationship. He lives in a dark, inner
chamber, deep inside Moya; from his "waist" down, he's
merged with Moya's various conduits and synapses. He
is, literally, a part of Moya... to the extent that if
Moya were to die, Pilot would shortly die as
well.
I asked him if that wasn't a lonely and boring existence. He
was surprised I'd think so. He said his species is incapable
of spaceflight any other way (he didn't say why); it's
a great honor to be "chosen" (that's the word he used) by a
Leviathan. He told me that spaceflight from his
perspective -- tied into Moya's senses -- is a wondrous,
exhilarating experience... soaring from star to star
in the perfect quiet and celestial beauty of the galaxy. He
made it sound like he was the one flying free in
space, and we poor passengers were the blind and
cooped-up ones. Huh! I went in pitying the guy... and I
walked out envious.
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