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Current Music: "Beastie" by Jethro Tull

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It was difficult sneaking the guitar into the utility tunnels without attracting comment, especially since the most convenient entrance is via the restroom off the student lounge, but Enzo managed it. He's on a sofa now, trying out some of the sheet music Tommy gave him for Christmas. Happily, he's gotten a lot of practice recently, and his voice is decent enough, so no one's ears are actually likely to bleed.

^♫From early days of infancy,
Through trembling years of youth,
Long murky middle age
And final hours long in the tooth...^♫

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"That's what life is, getting hit with troubles and setbacks and suffering and trying your best to stay true to yourself as you get through them. And whatever there is on the other side--"

A pause.

"Do you have an afterlife?"

"I don't think so. We might, I guess."

"They say that matter and energy can't be created or destroyed, and if souls are energy... they have to go somewhere. Or they just come here, possibly."

He shakes his head. "Not here, or there'd be way more sprites. The only dead person here from cyberspace is Hex, least that I've seen."

"Maybe they cross over between our worlds," she says with a smile. "Or between all the worlds, since not everyone from Earth is from the same one I came from. And a few spirits of the dead just get lost on the way, like misaddressed mail or something, and wind up here."

"Maybe. I dunno. It sounds like religion stuff. I toldja, we don't have that." Religion is an interesting concept, certainly, but it's something very other to him, and hard to apply to anything dealing with his own world.

"I'm German," she explains. "We like things orderly, and we like to know how things work, and if there's no explanation, we're content to make one up. I've spent a while trying to understand how it all works here, and it's beyond me, so... it sounds plausible, anyway."

"My world's made of numbers. It's orderly. Mostly."

Maybe. Kind of. A little.

"I find that very appealing," she smiles. "Mine isn't. Parts of it are, but only because we've tried to impose order on it."

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