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The night is warm, almost summery. John finally talked Lololoshka into driving out past the city limits, away from the streetlights. Together, they haul the telescope, arguing over where to set it up, but eventually get it mounted on a small hill. John fiddles with the dials. —Look,— he points up at the black sky. —See that bright spot? SN 2006gy. A supernova. Lololoshka peers into the eyepiece. —Beautiful,— he exhales softly. —Like a diamond. —It exploded a long time ago,— John shoves his hands into his pockets. —The brightest stars burn out fastest. The brighter they shine, the shorter their lives. Lololoshka looks away from the telescope, his eyes reflecting the vast, star-dusted darkness. —That's sad. I'd want to live for millions of years. Travel. See everything.…