Hayao Miyazaki and Isaac Asimov are stuck in Trapped Elevator in a Mine Shaft and forced to have a deep conversation.

Miyazaki: (Sighing, looking at the damp walls) Even in the deepest darkness, life finds a way, perhaps a little phosphorescent moss, a tenacious root.

Asimov: (Adjusting his glasses) A closed system, this elevator, much like a spaceship; predictable physics will dictate our survival, assuming the cable doesn't snap.

Miyazaki: Predictability is a dangerous illusion; the heart, the spirit, that's where the true escape lies, in dreaming beyond the iron bars.

Asimov: Dreams are interesting neurological constructs, but oxygen levels are more pressing; let's calculate our remaining air supply.

Miyazaki: But what of the stories this mine holds, the forgotten struggles, the silent ghosts of those who toiled?

Asimov: History is fascinating, but engineering is paramount now; we need to determine if the emergency brake is functional.

Miyazaki: Perhaps the brake is broken *because* we've forgotten to honor the spirits of the earth, the balance we've disrupted.

Asimov: Nonsense. A faulty mechanism is the result of poor design, not spectral displeasure; a rational explanation is always preferable.

Miyazaki: And yet, isn't the most beautiful design imbued with spirit, with a respect for the natural world it seeks to serve?

Asimov: (Pauses, stroking his beard) An efficient design, one that minimizes waste and maximizes function, is beautiful in its own right, regardless of spiritual implication.