In real life we are the characters in a story, who gradually transform into microwaves, then spool out into longer radio wavelengths, only to be scanned and listened to fruitlessly by remote alien civilizations.
The echoes of our mutual cries of exoneration, after having traveled an otherwise unfathomable distance, finally wash over us as so much static noise.
For that is what they have become in there (points to the stars).
That is precisely where we are going.
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