Please Put a Price on the Sun

The reborn me steals electricity in the apocalypse! A long time later, Mr. Entropy wrote on the edge of the heat death of the universe: Dear Ray, long time no see. I'm sorry that I can't use the pen you gave me to write my thoughts about you. Over the long years, it has become as decayed as my body. But I lived up to our expectations. I found evidence of His existence, but ultimately failed to understand His motives for creating us. Perhaps, like me at this moment, He just wants to leave the last trace to this world before completely dying. Goodbye, I look forward to seeing you again in the next universe.