Wed Nov 25, 2020 11:48 am by Jan Novak
The flashback - or a delusion - turned him stupefied for a moment, blinking and unmoving. Was it even purposeful to have a life after life? He was a stalwart atheist, he didn't believe in any supernatural plan for himself, any destiny. There were just lingering thoughts, randomised at tubulins of his neurons, that might or might not produce something that would last for future generations to use. But then there was this lostec, a fine creation of human ingenuity from an age past, that was nevertheless sharing the fate of Ozymandias' epitaph. Worse, it would probably be sacrilegiously stripped of all remaining grace of its initial integrity, and repurposed. Would he not do well dying in space, repurposing himself for whatever his atoms could be used onward? The grip of the passing time, ticking, caught him in the moment of silence in which he was testing his own willingness to seek higher entropy.
That moment passed. Sighing, he leaned over, looking for serial numbers or any other informative etches.
Echo * Physicist * Drinks and Knows Things * Swears in Polish