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Someone actually pays you for that?

[ David dies a little bit. ]

I'm...a published author many times over, organizer of the only recurrence-themed convention, and a lecturer at many universities around the world.

So yes. I am compensated.

Huh. [Jack doesn't exactly sound impressed, but...]

Guess I can't judge. I taught history for decades. Equally pointless career path.

Is that cheating? Teaching history as an immortal?

[ Asks the guy who poses as a god. ]

No. It's teaching what you know. They used to love me at dig sites.

[Jack kind of hated it though. Seeing skeletons from thousands of years ago, and foundations of buildings buried by time, recalling existing through every damn second of it. History is exhausting.]

Antique dealing was kind of cheating though.

What? Did you rummage through a box and pull out whatever rubbish was most convenient?

[ That's what David would do. Not that he cheats at ANYTHING... ]

Pretty much, yeah. Keep anything for long enough and someone will want to pay big money for it.

Ah. I see.

Somehow, I expected something more sophisticated than that from an immortal being.

[ Something closer to Ananke. ]+

Nothing sophisticated about being immortal.

Mm, what do I know? I've never met an immortal before you.

[ Except Ananke. But nobody knows that. ]

I'd say we're not exactly common, but I meet one here every other day.

Ah, perhaps I should... look deeper, then? I will admit, I tend to find my circles and stick to them.

Most are barely hitting a few centuries, but they're around. [Pfft, what babies. Jack is the gatekeepiest of immortals.]

Do you even have circles?

[ A long pause. ]

It may surprise you, but I'm hardly a boring one-trick pony, when it comes to social gatherings.

[ A touch darker than perhaps necessary. ]