25 July 2005



The giant was ill. Her moans were keeping us up at night. We asked her what she needed to relieve her pain, but her illness must have affected her speech, because we could not understand her answer. It was like a new language. We consulted experts on brain function who told us the giant was dying. These were her final words, spoken in an ancient dialect that giants believed had been spoken by their earliest ancestors. We sat next to the giant and recorded her words for possible deciphering in the future. Her voice shook us. It rattled our bones.

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