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The vault was asleep. Submerged in half-asleep, life-support mechanisms barely audibly murmured to the beat of his breathing. Occupied, however, with the same concern - to postpone his death for a second, then for a minute, then for another couple of hours. In this stressless race there was neither the excitement of a running sprint, nor the emotional intensity of a firefight, when it was either-or, when it was a zero-sum game, when it was won or lost.

People are mortal. We all lost in advance, even at birth, each of us begins to prepare for our own end, no matter how close our eyes are, no matter how hard we try to delay the inevitable, everyone will find their destiny sooner or later anyway. And the only question is what is "early" and when will be "late" in each case.

In his case, it was already too late - to be afraid and regret, love or hate, but how to measure what has not yet happened and how to compare with what has already happened. Not to worry about what is not yet lost - t
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