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“And I wonder: in how many infinite sets of worlds will I take one more step? And how many countless versions of me will turn around instead, and walk out of this room? Who exactly am I saving from shame, when I'll live and die in every possible way? Myself.”

Quote by Greg Egan

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Axiomatic

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Greg Egan

Greg Egan, born on August 20, 1961, is an acclaimed Australian science fiction author. His works are known for their profound philosophical insights and complex scientific concepts, and he is widely regarded as a leading figure in the science fiction genre. more

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