Big things, small things, things

But know this, Susan, my sweet: my true coffin is orbiting the moon. It looks like a flying teacup. They gave me back the world, and you, for a little while. Last time I told you, or someone like you, the truth, or what I knew of it, you walked out on me, but I don't dare risk it again. So I'm going to write this down, and you'll be given it with the rest of my papers when I'm one. Good-bye.
They may be heartless, unfeeling computerized bastards leeching off the minds of what's left of humanity. But I can't help feeling grateful to them.
I'll die soon. but the last 20 minutes have been the best years of my life. 
- From Goliath/ Fragile things by Neil gaiman 

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