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He will inherit my Compendium, an exhaustive collection of every piece of trivia I knew and opinion I had, and be tasked with memorizing and expanding it. After hundreds of generations of this, I will be a god.

I will never die. When this body perishes, a lottery will be drawn. The winner - a young man - will be my replacement, who will assume my entire life, take my name, my Holdings, my family, etc. When he dies, this will repeat. The rest of you will come and go. But I will remain.

This world is not where we came from. We were trapped here. This is bug universe. You yearn for things you will never find here - because it was made for bugs. That we are bigger and cleverer than them is the little revenge we are allowed. But even then, revenge is a bug thing

have meetings with the boys I go to, we call it "The Institute" - basically we dress up nice and sit around a table trying to brain storm ways to deliberately set off volcanoes and things like that. Its for fun but the rule is to treat it as if you were actually trying to do it

He never sleeps, the Mike. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die