Today – and every day since I was born – I have lived my life to the fullest. I lived it that way, because I knew it would end soon, precisely when the timer on my neck would stop. This also meant I knew that it would not stop any other time – unless I threw myself in front of a moving train or something violent enough to damage me beyond repair.
Lizzie – my best friend, the one I called today as I mentioned above – is human. She is torn about my upcoming scheduled unplugging. She wasted weeks, months of her life in lawyering battles trying to get Machines to gain a longer timespan. She thinks twenty years is way too short.
In exactly two hours someone will press a key and send my consciousness back to the stream of data that gave it birth. It will merge with the rest and be a particle in this giant AI pool.
This is the second excerpt of a short story I wrote as part of Mug’s Tale’s 20th Weekly Writing Workshop.
If you want to read the rest of the story – click here.
If you only want to read the previous part – click here.
Thank you for your interest <3,
Featured image captured on July 28th, 2016, with a DMC-GM5, Lumix G camera. It shows the Clarée river, in the Clarée Valley, close to the village of Nevache, in the South East of France.