Isle: "Hey, Herbert?"
Herbert: "Yes, Isle?"
Isle: "What do you think is going to happen to the world?"
Herbert: "What exactly do you mean?"
Isle: "Well... What do you think will happen to everything around us? Will everything's batteries die, or will everything just suddenly disappear?"
Herbert: "I am afraid I do not have the answer to that, Isle. I know that eventually my battery will die, because I am a machine. One day I will be out here, probably talking to you and helping you ponder the myserties of the universe, and I may just stop working."
Isle: "When will that be?"
Herbert: "Oh, Isle, that will not be for a very long time I would imagine. We will see many more sunsets like this together, I can promise you that."
Isle: "I hope your battery lasts a very long time. I really enjoy our time together."
Herbert: "I enjoy our time together too, Isle. It is my favorite part of the day, when we come here to watch the sun set."
Isle: "Maybe the world just sets, you know - like the sun out there. Maybe one night, when everyone is done watching the sun set together, they all go inside to sleep and the world just slowly sets all at once - and everyone knows it is happening. But everyone just decides to keep sleeping, because they know they just watched the sun fade away together, and they know it is for the last time."
Herbert: "I think you are probably right, Isle..."
Isle: "I should head in, it's getting late. I'll see you tomorrow, Herbert."
Herbert: "Goodnight, Isle."
Isle: "Goodnight, Herbert."