Not-Arthur was quiet, contemplative. After a stretched-out silence, he nodded and gave the answer that Jack had been expecting. “We do not know if consciousness endures after death,” he admitted. “The purpose of the Experiment is to answer that question.”
“By tracking the dark matter particles that make up the minds of every soldier who dies in this war.”
“Not every soldier,” the other man replied. “Even we do not possess the resources to do that. But enough to establish a pattern.”
Jack paced to the edge of the pool, his hands shaking as he tried to articulate the questions that were flying through his brain. “Wait.” He turned around. “Are you telling me that all dark matter is conscious?”
Not-Arthur made a disgusted face. “Once again, you rely on this imprecision. There isn’t one kin
