This was it. This was the moment, his defining moment. Damaged, memories incomplete, but alive, thinking, self-aware. Feeling. He had tried to cheat death, and he had won. For now. For the moment… and the moment was up. How much did existing mean to him? Was life as something nonhuman better than annihilation? He’d always imagined being revived in some human-like form. Something that walked on two legs. Storybook world was the future. Storybooks had won. Castles and Ye Old Cottages. Flying, magic ponies. That was the future of Mankind, forever and ever.



