And it's your one time on Earth.

I just finished "Feed" by M.T. Anderson, and I thought it was amazing. This excerpt was particularly lovely and poignant, even given (or especially because of) the bizarro world that the book imagines is our future:

And it's your one time on Earth, I mean, your hundred years, that's all you have, so there you are, on Earth, a little kid, the one time you'll be a little kid, and you're standing, waiting for the artificial sun, and feeling the mud, and at that point, your toes still work perfectly. So you stand there, and you squelch your toes, and you raise your arms up above your head, and you watch the clouds get sucked back into the ducts in the sky. And that's it. That's an afternoon.