Uncharles wondered if they had been ordered to delete themselves because the Library project was now fatally compromised, or whether some investigative librarian had gone through the last moments of its Chief and decided that, by Uncharles’ logic, the Archive project was now complete and they could all tidy themselves away. The hypothetical occurred to him: If it were me, and my tasks were definitively fulfilled, would I walk into the fire? And the answer, If I were told to, surely yes, rose swiftly and easily out of his prognosis routines, but then swam there like the thinning metal residue
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