I’m dead already; I just haven’t gotten the memo. Except Ewan is dead, and we aren’t in a mission brief, because I’m obviously dying alone on the planet we’re talking about. Philbert continues his monologue about the discoveries on the planet, the vast beds of polychromatic fungus, the toxic atmosphere. “You’re not him, aren’t you.”“The colony designated Ewan Roberts is in Communion with the Consensus. Colony Ewan exists distinctly within our shared mycelium, his neurological patterns captured at the moment he joined the Consensus,” my aunt says.