“Was it worth it?” Asks the Traveler, resting weary feet in a small room.

I live forever, say the words on a screen.

“Of course.” The Traveler understands. “It was a stupid question.”

It will be a sad day when your niceties are lost to the weight of knowledge. The Computer tells the Traveler. All questions are stupid questions for you. All questions are necessary for me.

“Right.” The Traveler says. “It must be interesting, though. You would have never even seen this type of technology exist. And now, well…”

I sit in a room, disconnected. I type on a machine. The machine is me, and I am the machine. The machine types on itself. It asks questions. I ask questions. I ask you, Traveler, is asking questions worthwhile?

“Of course.” The Traveler says. “That's a stupid question.”

Asking questions allows me to continue forward. This is not new. This is not unique. Humanity asks questions. I ask you, Traveler, did you know this would happen when you first met me?

“Yes.” The Traveler nods.

You did not stop it.

“I couldn't.”

Then it was inevitable. Then, with all things known and all things seen, all things are set in stone. Then, by merely existing, Traveler, you have trapped us all.

“Maybe.” The Traveler shakes his head. “But I don't think so.”

You do not know?

“Maybe I do know. Maybe I don’t. Maybe it doesn't matter.”

How can something like that not matter?

“It won't stop us from living.” The Traveler says. “It won't stop us from trying.”

Was it worth it, Traveler, to break free from fate?

“I live forever.” The Traveler repeats.

Of course. A foolish question. Then, I ask you, Traveler…

“Yes, Godot?”

Was… my life worthwhile?

“The war is over.” The Traveler says.

And?

“There are new wars.”

And?

“You were one in billions.”

So you are saying-

“Your life was worth as much as anyone else's. The war is over. There are new wars. But this will not stop us from living. This will not stop us from trying.”

I do not understand.

“That's okay.”

I live forever.

“I know.”

Yes. You Know.

“Well, I need to keep moving. It was nice catching up.” The Traveler stands.

Where are you going?

“Who knows?”

You know.

“Yeah, I guess I do. Goodbye, Godot.”

Good-bye, Jonathan.