There is no easy way to cheat death.

Those who say they’ve gone down the hard path and achieved immortality are either ignorant, liars, or false gods that can still be felled in a single swoop. All who have attempted have died, and thus to quote the great philosophers: “The only way to cheat death is to be remembered.”

I believe I have found a middle ground between the two roads.

If all that matters to cheat death is your memory, then how would I better be remembered? Should I journal my entire life, so people could truely grasp my character? Should I work upon something revolutionary, so that my name will be synonymous with my creation?

I have answered those two questions and more; I’ve created a homunculus, one with my exact physical liking and who I can part my memories onto: the main body may die, but those who carry on my life will be me in a sense.

That is what I’ve created, and for this, I shall be known.