Cunning Old Fury
I’ve long obsessed over this concept, the idea that in a many-worlds model of the universe there must be some version of you that no longer branches, that no longer splits off into new permutations—that simply persists. And while it might seem nice to be effectively immortal, the lack of control, the inability to end your existence no matter how long it…
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