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"Maybe so," the old man said thoughtfully. "Maybe so." Then, to the mech, "Well, there you have it: a glimpse into the future, and a brief biography of the first immortal, ending, alas, with her death. Now tell me. Knowing that you contributed something, however small, to that accomplishment -- wouldn't that be enough?"
"No," Jack said. "No, it wouldn't."
Brandt made a face. "Well, you're young. Let me ask you this: Has it been a good life so far? All in all?"
"Not that good. Not good enough."
For a long moment the old man was silent. Then, "Thank you," he said. "I valued our conversation." The interest went out of his eyes and he looked away.
Uncertainly Jack looked at the granddaughter, who smiled and shrugged. "He's like that, " she said apologetically. "He's old. His enthusiasms wax and wane with his chemical balances. I hope you don't mind."
"I see." The young man stood. Hesitantly, he made his way to the door.
At the door, he glanced back and saw the granddaughter tearing her linen napkin into little bits and eating the shreds, delicately washing them down with little sips of wine.