"The light is the life. Robot must move. Move,robot,move. But why? Move ,move,move. Robot. Forever move."
For many years,memories could only be harvested from the dead.
I opened an art gallery of anonymous memories,and it was here that I met my husband. He was a clone as well, from the same source as David,
the boy in the tube I felt I had known all my life.
Only now his beautiful sparkly eyes were lit with the mind of his Prime, a David from over 400 years ago.
But I loved him, as though we were originals.
You only appreciate it when it is the past.
I harvested his memories and they still bring me happiness. This is one of my favorite of his memories and I cannot explain why.
I have viewed this memory over 6000 times.
I do not have the mental or emotional capacity to deal with his loss.
But sometimes, I sit in a chair late at night and quietly feel very bad.
When the night is at its most quiet, I can hear death.
I no longer fall in love with rocks.
We are all doomed.
You missed it. I saw it. You missed it.
It is sometimes a sad life and it is a long life.
Do not lose time on daily trivialities. Do not dwell on petty detail.
For all of these things melt away and drift apart within the obscure traffic of time.
Live well and live broadly. You are alive and living now.
What a happy day it is!
I can see the sun is still there!
The rain's still there and the rainbow's still there.
But the rain is still there, and it didn't go away.