Diana Trushova’s Reviews > House of Suns > Status Update

Splitting your consciousness into a thousand independent iterations feels like the ultimate exercise in non-dual comedy—spending six million years experiencing every possible permutation of your own ego just to realize you were the entire cloud of shatterlings all along. (Assuming, of course, that memory continuity actually survives the cloning process without leaking data across the network.) The universe has a strange way of expanding the self until individuality becomes completely absurd.