Status Updates From Second Suicide: A Short Story

For we have become what Earthlings would call white blood cells. We remove foreign bodies from the cosmos. And every one leaves an imprint, a bauble of tech or a new idea, all of which we neatly coil into our lives, into our molecular structure. We are an immune system, and we are immune to death. This last, alas, is our curse.

Well that's one way to start off a story lmao

Ummm... what exactly am I reading lol

fnished

I have studied so many races who only know final death. Their one life is all, and this causes some among them to guard it until it cannot breathe. Others flail and spend it recklessly.

I like my small scars, even if I can’t recall where I got them [...] but some scars are memories that have faded, and some memories go with scars that no longer exist.

"Holding a tentacle up in front of the mirror..." - Tentacles, you say? Why, tell me more.

catching up on some of Hugh Howeys stories..this one i couldnt put down

Great writer!