‘Why?’ Eugene frowned. ‘Don’t ask me to account for my ations; you’re the ones who would have made me what I would have been. If you want my subjective opinion: prsonally, I can’t see any point in existence when I can achieve so much without it – but I wouldn’t call that an “explanation”; it’s merely a rationalisation of process best described at a neural level.’ He shrugged apologetically. ‘The question really has no meaning. Why anything? The laws of physics, and the boundary conditions of space-time. What more can I say?’