“ONCE, I WAS A BAKER,” the man next to me said.
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, furrowing my brow in confusion.
“I thought somebody should know. You are the last human I will likely talk to for the rest of eternity, and I thought you should know.”
I nodded. “Once I was a teacher.”
“And then you weren’t,” he said.
“And then I wasn’t.”
“I would like to say I tried to be good,” the man replied. “But that would be a lie. I was angry. So angry all the time.”
I stayed silent for a moment, taking in the last words a human would likely say to me. “What is your name?”
“Reeves. Kyle Reeves.”
I held out my hand. “I am Julia Freeman.”
He shook my hand. “I would like to say that it is nice to meet you. However, we both know that is not true.”
“It can be nice to meet somebody even if
