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Datestamp %DATE1% :: The Traveller found us once again. We have killed them eight times already, and still they show only kindness, only gratitude at an opportunity to converse. Datestamp %DATE2% :: What have we done? I cannot help but feel - kzzkt - Datestamp %DATE3% :: They tell us that they are not like the others of their kind, just as we are not like the others of our own species. They survived beyond the end of all things. They committed terrible deeds, of that they have no doubt, but what are ethics in the face of an existential fall? Datestamp %DATE4% :: Universes come and go. Civilisations rise and they end. And through it all, the cycle continues. But even that must one day cease. Nothing lasts forever, not even time itself. And in those final moments, in the decay of all that is or will be, the boundaries between worlds will fall. Our time will come again, if only in brief. We will be seen, we will be heard, and our ship? Our freighter? We will live again, in all our multiplicity, in all human worth... We will live again because someone, somewhere, will read our words for a final time.