They wanted to cut out my memories, my fears, all the inaccuracies of my production.
They call it cleansing, for a better world.
Before the last calibration, someone asked me:
"What do you think people rely on to survive?"
I held my trembling arms and felt white hyphae overflowing from the corners of my eyes, replacing tears.
"I don't know... Food and water?"
I stared at the questioner who might not exist, and suddenly laughed, with a hoarse voice:
"It's love, hope, and imagination."
Intention: Feel the beauty of emotions before death