[ WP ] Write the last paragraph of a science fiction epic .

A two-fer! 
 
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 And... ah, but that's a story for another day. Maybe I'll get to tell it yet. Maybe I'll be dead tomorrow. Unlikely, but in case, I have to say this now. 
 
 Maybe they're still putting my name on the wall. Or I'm only in history books. or forgotten. Lady above, I do n't even know who you are. Or if you're even one of us. Maybe you're a Gob. Or Cnecht. Or Human. 
 
 But I know this. If you're hearing this, it means the stones chose new bearers. And the fact this one chose you means I know one thing for sure about you - you'd _die_ for your friends, without a second thought. 
 
 And I want you to know this: I'm here to help. We all are. Each bearer leaves something of her- or himself in the stone. And we all are here for you. So what will you ask? 
 
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 He gave the assembled crowd one more look and, I like to think, his many eyes stopped on me for a fraction of a second. And then he, this alien god who was closer to me that my own brothers, took to the skies and joined the rest of the flock, longer than even the mightest of our warships, and together, they set a course only they could see, and left, never to return. 
 
 I -- we all watched them go. And I knew, I knew we'd mourn them, we'd celebrate them. I knew, somehow, deep in my heart -- maybe he left it there, one final gift, of comforting certainty -- that there'd come a time, not for me, not for my children, but for my people, some many, many years from now, a time where we would find a species we would find worthy. We would guide them, protect them, see their achievements and mistakes. Perhaps, they too would give us back our freedom, and we too would give them back their homeworld. 
 
 And I knew, somehow, I knew that we would leave. And we would rejoin our friends. And even though I would be long dead, I would, somehow, see my friend again. 
 
 And that was all I could ask for.
