"I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld. When I die, they will put my body in a box, and dispose of it in the cold ground.
And in all the million ages to come, I will never breathe, or laugh, or twitch again. So won't you run and play with me here among the teeming mass of humanity?
The universe has spared us this moment."

-Anonymous, Alpha Centauri


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