Personal Journal of Kurlund. Universe 117. Entry 1.

For this universal cycle, I have been assigned to the Library of Time. It will be a comfortable, but dull experience. It is by far the most equipped installation to keep us engaged and entertained, but the work is tedious. I've heard there will be a re-focused effort on research and technology. There have been less and less new ideas and breakthroughs over the last few cycles. I fear we may be coming to the limit of what we can achieve.

Though we no longer age, many in the past few cycles have spoken of growing tired and experiencing a yearning for death. I am just beginning to understand them. This Long Peace, I suspect, is taking a silent toll on our kind. We desperately need something new, something to inject life into us once more.

The first report I received to enter into the library database was a list of those who are unaccounted for. It was far more extensive than I would have guessed. I recognized a few of the names. I was not surprised to find them there. Some on that list gave into their desire for death, but most had undoubtedly attempted to leave the bounds of this universe in hopes to find a new one.

None have returned from that venture. I do not know whether it is due to a lack of wanting to come back, inability to return, or simply that they had died trying. I am concerned with how much the prospect intrigues me. Perhaps, I will be among the unaccounted-for list when the next iteration begins. For now, I am committed to our task. Maybe this time, something interesting will happen.