Another day

She entered the room.

bloop

the machine powered up, awake. aware of her

today it looked like her face in a mirror. she only liked the way she looked ten percent of the time, ninety percent of her life.

to face yourself like this with all your flaws

immediately she wanted to turn away but she wanted to love herself too

in the background she could hear adults laughing

she turned inward

why are you sad today

the machine said to her

and then it powered down and she was in a room that was totally empty and she was alone with her thoughts

she remembered that she had some dreams the previous night that felt powerful and symbolic and long

but she could barely remember them now. they seemed vaguely positive she was angry she hadnt gotten up earlier to record and address them but shed been so, so tired lately. emotional exhaustion

so why was she sad

she was doing the thing she had been brought here to do, she thought

she sat in the empty room with her eyes open

looking blankly at the vacant space, focusing inward

she couldnt hear the adults laughing anymore

she could hear children screaming, but they were not afraid

and she was not afraid

she tried to find her frequency,but

machine like

her throat clicked. she started to cry. these tears lubricated the mechanism. allowing her to find it. humming.

she was glad she had stayed-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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after a while she couldn’t tell if the humming was coming from her or if the machine had regained consciousness. hard swallow. dry tears, salt. shaken

 

yes, it is time to go

/end program