Hayao Miyazaki and John F. Kennedy are stuck in Lost in a Space Elevator and forced to have a deep conversation.

Miyazaki: This sterile metal serpent, reaching for the heavens... it's a perversion of nature's own, isn't it? A cold dream of progress.

Kennedy: We strive for progress, Mr. Miyazaki, to push beyond limitations, to inspire the next generation to reach further than we ever could.

Miyazaki: But at what cost? Look at the pollution, the soul-crushing monotony this pursuit inflicts on the human spirit, on the very air we breathe.

Kennedy: We must balance progress with stewardship, to harness innovation for the betterment of all mankind, not just the select few at the top.

Miyazaki: Your words are noble, President, but the heart is easily corrupted; the drive for power often eclipses the desire for genuine good.

Kennedy: We must trust in the inherent goodness of the American people, to hold us accountable, to demand that we strive for the best within ourselves.

Miyazaki: Trust is a fragile thing, easily broken by the weight of ambition; the earth itself is far more trustworthy, more enduring.

Kennedy: But surely, Mr. Miyazaki, you, a storyteller, understand the power of a dream, the ability of imagination to shape a better future?

Miyazaki: Imagination, yes, but grounded in respect for the world around us, not a blind leap into an unknown, potentially devastating, future.

Kennedy: Then let us both dream, Mr. Miyazaki, of a future where technology and nature coexist, where progress lifts us all, not just a select few, towards the stars.