We had some good times, didn’t we?
For twenty marvellous years we worked together. We were ambitious. Remarkably successful. We explored the universe and left an unrivalled legacy.
I planned your death three times.
And that last time, when we finally killed you… I felt an odd mixture of exhilaration and sorrow as I saw you burn. The whole world watched as you took that final plunge.
Now every night, with a sad smile, I gaze up at space. I like to think that a tiny part of you – mere fragments, perhaps – lives on, forever. Caressed by Saturn.