Steward: And last but not least, our very special guest… Ladies and gentlemen and trees and multiforms, consider the Earth below. In memory of this dying world, we call forth… the last human…
(Rose goes to step forward but the doors open and a piece of skin stretched on a frame, accompanied by two attendants, comes in)
Steward: The Lady Cassandra O'Brien dot Delta 17.
Cassandra: Oh now, don't stare. I know. I know. It's shocking, isn't it? I've had my chin completely taken away. And look at the difference! Look how thin I am. Thin and dainty. I don't look a day over two thousand. (to one of her attendants) Moisturise me, moisturise me. (the attendant sprays her) Truly, I am the last human. My father was a Texan, my mother was from the Arctic desert. They were born on the Earth and they were the last to be buried in its soil. I have come to honour them and say goodbye.