[ Root's pulse is fast and firm, caught up in the way Shaw sounds and feels, how they've defied death itself and are together here. Here-and-now. The skin where her fresh tattoo is stings. Root bites her lip.
She could go on and on on this subject, about how the idea of God only makes sense if such a being were like the Machine. About how She heard Root's pleas and answered them. About the way She balances the common good with the least harm in a way that no mythological deity ever could. And she could say that those streetlights are like little stars, guideposts in cities the way stars guided mariners and seafarers in ages past. There's relativity, and the idea that spacetime is cyclical and eternal, beginnings and endless, and that the only real thing is the here-and-now. The only real thing is this, the two of them holding onto each other. ]
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She could go on and on on this subject, about how the idea of God only makes sense if such a being were like the Machine. About how She heard Root's pleas and answered them. About the way She balances the common good with the least harm in a way that no mythological deity ever could. And she could say that those streetlights are like little stars, guideposts in cities the way stars guided mariners and seafarers in ages past. There's relativity, and the idea that spacetime is cyclical and eternal, beginnings and endless, and that the only real thing is the here-and-now. The only real thing is this, the two of them holding onto each other. ]
If there's a heaven, it's being with you.