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{{a|g|[[File:Ironmountain1.jpg|thumb|center|400px| | {{a|g|[[File:Ironmountain1.jpg|thumb|center|400px|''As they open the rear gates to the Citadel a final time they will give you your box and cast you out, nameless, pastless, futureless.'' St. Pimco, 14:2-3.}}{{Quote|You can’t run away forever, but there’s nothing wrong with getting a good head start. | ||
:— Steinman J in {{casenote|Bad|Goode}}}} | :— Steinman J in {{casenote|Bad|Goode}}}} | ||
Ahh, the good old days, when the [[abyss]] stared resolutely back into you. | Ahh, the good old days, when the [[abyss]] stared resolutely back into you. | ||
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Eventually, they will come for you. You will not know when, or where, or why, but you will know it when they come. They will collect your worldly things, your precious baubles— every last remnant of your time — and they will consign it to a meagre casket. It will not bear your name because, by then, ''[[Goldstein|you won’t have one]]''. It will instead bear your final destiny: the last, common, resting place for all mortal souls; the infinite, inertial lock: the Iron Mountain. | Eventually, they will come for you. You will not know when, or where, or why, but you will know it when they come. They will collect your worldly things, your precious baubles— every last remnant of your time — and they will consign it to a meagre casket. It will not bear your name because, by then, ''[[Goldstein|you won’t have one]]''. It will instead bear your final destiny: the last, common, resting place for all mortal souls; the infinite, inertial lock: the Iron Mountain. | ||
As they open the rear gates to the Citadel a final time they will give you your box and cast you out, nameless, pastless, futureless. No cannons, no lamentations, no acknowledgment. They will wipe the record clean of you. They will expunge you utterly. Your saintly works; the temple on earth you made; the memorials to your greatness: they will tear them brick from brick until nothing remains but a rubble-strewn wasteland. Your legacy: the dust that blows, the silt that accretes, the dunes that form from the anonymised dust of countless for forsaken souls like yours. | |||
The Iron Mountain, the place from which no one returns. | The Iron Mountain, the place from which no one returns. | ||