Albert Einstein and Christopher Walken are stuck in Stranded in a Lunar Base and forced to have a deep conversation.

Einstein: E=mc², yes? But what *is* the 'c'? The speed of light...or the speed of understanding?

Walken: (Pauses, looks out the lunar window) Understanding...it's like a... a moth. Drawn to a flame. Beautiful, but...volatile.

Einstein: Volatile, indeed. Like the universe itself, expanding into what... nothingness, perhaps?

Walken: (Nods slowly) Nothingness...it's got a certain...gravitas. You know? The silence. It speaks.

Einstein: But the silence is filled with potential energy, wouldn't you agree? A symphony waiting to be composed.

Walken: (Turns, eyes narrowed) Composed? Or... dictated? By forces we... cannot possibly... comprehend.

Einstein: We must strive to comprehend! To unravel the threads of existence, even if we only grasp a single strand.

Walken: (Shrugs) A strand...could be a noose. Or a... a lifeline. Depends on the... the choreography.

Einstein: Choreography… a beautiful analogy! The universe, a grand ballet of particles and gravity, forever in motion.

Walken: (Stares back out the window) Motion... and stillness. Two sides of the same... shiny, cold... lunar coin.