"He looked around again, knowing that he had lived many lives, each beyond the term the vast majority of his forbears would have called a natural span, and knowing that he lived on, in a sense elsewhere, but for all that he still experienced a feeling of regret at leaving the world, however foolish and ultimately trivial it all was, and could not help but let that reluctance detain him, just for a few moments longer, to gaze upon the represented face of this small, pleasant garden, and still know that for now, for this moment- which whatever happened in the future always would have happened and always would have contained him- he was alive. Then he approached the vault and entered it, stepping through the neat wall of cabinets and into one where something- he had no idea what or whom, but hoped they had the best of him, somehow, and that that would help them fulfil whatever their purpose was- would soon be born. And so he fell asleep, to wake." Iain Banks, Feersum Endjinn, 1994
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