I am actually serious here, insofar as one can have a serious discussion about the cost/benefit analysis of destroying the universe.
“There’s only really a benefit if you have a working means to exit the universe, otherwise you destroy yourself in the process.” Paua’tul’xand’l side-eyed her human companion. “You haven’t been experimenting with methods of leaving the universe, have you?”
“I promise I’m not working on it.” Eiridd held up three fingers of one hand and made an X across her chest with the other. “I’m just spitballing, you know. Something to fill the time in.”
Ah. Yes. Humans had cornered the market on boredom. It was what drove their species to seek interesting new places to be, things to do, and life forms to attempt mating with. “Sometimes, it astonishes me that your kind made it to space with so few fatalities.”
“Thanks,” Eiridd grinned. “Obviously, there’s a lot of speculative factors, you know. There’s no such thing as a complete map, for a start. There’s no way to know the ultimate worth of our universe from the perspective of another.”
“You could try asking a Xyrak’l.”
Eiridd sighed. “You are really lousy at thought experiments, did you know that?”
“The last twenty times you told me, yes. And thank you.”
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