[And she'll be there, standing among the tall grass and enjoying a lazy breeze that skims her skin like nothing wrong's on the horizon. How weird it's going to be tomorrow when places are just gone, when this simulation begins its decline - maybe she's just cynical but she knows what it's like to... to lose a lot of data, to have it start to fold in on itself and it's never good. You tend to eject, to repair, to lose far more than you save in the end.
Maybe that's why her eyes are watery. Maybe this really is the end.]