The next day I met an immortal. And felt sorry for him.
Met him on the fourth floor of the stack. In a space that isn’t a space, because it has no coordinates, only presence. Like a smell: you can’t say where it is, you can only say that it’s there.
Wei Lin brought me there that morning. No warning. (I’d noticed: the more important the lesson, the fewer warnings. The most serious things at the Academy happen without preamble. Like in life: heart attacks don’t send notifications.)
—Today, he said, —you will see what you could become.
—God? I asked. (After “Earth is a project,” irony is the only thing I have left. Like a toothbrush: basic mental hygiene.)
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