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I smell humans.

I am very happy about that.

Someone else is here on the Tennessee with Billy and me. We are not alone after all.

I might begin by explaining that we are either the last or the first of our kind, and I wonder what time it is that this has come to you—how long our story has waited to be told.

We are trapped inside a moon to our moon, in a home—a lifeless jar—called the Tennessee, where we spend our time, absurdly enough, with talking animals and machines that grow increasingly human by the hour.

Are you a person, or are you some kind of cog?

Either way, I feel a compelling obligation to tell you what it meant to be a human, at least as far as I can describe it accurately.

None of this is a lie.