"Earth, huh?" he asked. Talking about the planet like it was a foreign thing was still strange to Eames, but it hammered home the reality this was not Earth and definitely not his era, and probably not a dream. As crazy as some people dreamed, he had never heard of anyone making another planet, a whole society on this scale. No, not a dream... and he wished that was a comforting thought.

"I prefer the ones with grand heroics, myself," he chuckled. "There's something quite lovely about getting to be the big damn hero."