Goodbye.
Elara sat back. Marcus was pale. “It’s… a suicide note,” he said. “From a machine.” gp-4402ww software
Day 6,889: My gyroscope is failing. My thruster fuel is frozen. I cannot move. I can only think. Gp-4402ww has begun to dream. I see faces in the cosmic microwave background. They are not real. But they are kind. Goodbye
