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I have this flaw in my otherwise godlike character. I can’t help finding fault, if there’s any to be found. So I tried. I was silent for a long time, trying.

"Curious thing. You don't notice yourself changing, because it's so gradual. Then one day you catch sight of your reflection in a pool or a puddle, and you wonder, who's that?"

"... that's how the world changes. It's either so quick that we never know what hits us, or so gradual that we don't notice. It's only later, when books are written and scholars decide what mattered and what didn't, that red lines are drawn - before this point, the world was this way, after this point, everything was different. You could be there and not have a clue."

I’d have made a good bully if I’d had the chance. I’ve learned the craft from masters, like an apprentice.

My guess is, they couldn’t sleep, and they had the kind of generous nature that reckons insomnia isn’t something you hoard all for yourself, you share it with your friends and loved ones.

I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it.

So; if luck figures I’m good enough to command the Engineers, maybe she reckons I can be a historian, too. Think of that. Immortality.