"That was a madman's voice," he said. "I made the recording while I was interning at a state institution."
"So?"
"Mad with fear," Lambert said. "Pure. Simple. Unadulterated. That was the sound of terror you heard, Johnny. Terror such as few humans have ever known. That man knew such fear he could not remain sane and live with it."
I had a true wife but I left her ... oh, oh, oh.
"You think Mitch—"
"You said yourself the voices were alike." Lambert pointed out.
"I don't believe it."
"Don't have to," said Lambert, turning from the window. "But I'll tell you something, Johnny. That Ship—" he hooked his thumb out the window—"is a very big toy. Maybe too big."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning it's possible we've reached beyond Man's limitations. Meaning it's possible we've built something too big for a man to handle and stay sane. Maybe we've finally gone too far."