Resting in foliage shadows, I am contemplating the day I have had and what I could do of my remaining hours. I went hiking with my brother – we climbed up to lake Critol. I called my sister and my best friend. I had a great laugh with both of them.
Today is the last day of my life. I was programmed to be decommissioned now on the day I was born. We all are to some extend – Humans or Machines. Though I doubt it would feel the same not to know when your lease on life expires.
In the end, I opted to just lie down there, in the grass, enjoying the piercing rays of sun warming up my stainless steel cells. I figured that was the best way to go. Lying there basking in delight, without a care in the world.
This is a except of a longer short story I will publish soon on Mug’s Tale. I will share it along with another passage in tomorrows’s post.
Featured image captured on the 28th of July, 2016, with a DMC-GM5, Lumix G camera. It shows the gorgeous sight of lake Cristol, in the Clarée Valley, close to the village of Nevache, in the South East of France.