No. I don't know what kind of person I'll be in three million years, but I'll still be human. I'll still need the same things they need. Food, water, safety, love. There will always be that common thread, and life itself will always be the same.

Whether or not I'll be able to bring myself to speak to them, I can't see myself failing to understand them anymore. Nothing will change the fact that I was still born among them.

[He pauses a moment longer, and then adds:]

When I was younger - comparatively so, the age I first arrived - I was afraid of this, too. I worried I would become withdrawn the way chaos and the nations have now. That I would lose some of my claim to humanity somehow. But it hasn't been as bad as I feared.