Madness string 953

Random mermaid
This was ridiculous. The last thing he needed now was to be killed. It would require all sorts of explanations. They didn't hand out new bodies just like that; they always wanted to know what you'd done with the old one. It was like trying to get a new pen from a particularly bloody-minded stationery department.

We keep pumping out ghost astronauts into the cosmos. Our ambassadors. They'll just keep going. Inverse square law means they'll get quieter and quieter, but you got to figure there's something out there, way out there there, with big, goddamn ears.