Through the brain wires, Robot’s body shows me a vision. A dying planet. A dying core. A forgotten city, turned engine on the horizon, keeping it all stabilized.
A sedative filter's thought the connection. A slow drip of binary. Hazy and nuanced.
My breathing slows. My heart palpitates.
Something within the program wants me docile for the journey ahead.
Next: a destination set.
A three-day walk.
As we approach a forgotten city, turned engine, my vital signs flatline.
Robot’s body doesn’t miss a step.
