Well, well, well...



Well, well, well...

Originally shared by Hank Johnson

As I’ve been piecing together what happened to me I have uncovered a very disturbing fact.  Simulacrums convey a kind of eternal life, but one that comes at a price.  I will live forever at my present age.  But every two years I will die then be reborn, without any memory of what has happened to me.

I thank Thomas Greanias and my old friend Conrad Yeats, as well as all of you for helping me to preserve my memories and identity.  Without your efforts, I will be lost to past and future.

If my calculations are correct, my current cycle will end 1,331 days from my inception as a Simulacrum based on the portent of Cross Plains.

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