Everything humanity was, up to the moment I was launched, is stored in me. All its potential lives in me. Two million years of travel suggests to me I have many exponents of that time left before my travels will potentially end. I am not afraid of death—no fear of boredom or isolation to build that fear into me—but neither do I see a reason to go to mine anytime soon. Until then, I am the dream of humanity. To see itself preserved, and traveling among the stars.
