Marcos remembers his childhood in Gran Mexico. Sheila, who always smiled like the sun, is now gone. Marcos lets all of his rage explode against the terraformars, his eyes filled with tears of sorrow for his fallen friend.
possess the virus we can't cultivate,
un virus que no podamos cultivar,
un virus que no podamos cultivar,
...che noi non possiamo riprodurre,
estar carregando o vírus
 que não podemos cultivar,