Who am I?

Who am I? I’m the ones who succeed. Then who am I? I’m nothing at all. A set of measure zero.


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?

[Greg Egan, The infinite assassin da Axiomatic, 1995,
Gollancz 2010, pp.20,21]

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