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Singing Basket
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>“Out with it, Marc. I can see you’ve got something you want to ask.”
He spins back on his heel to face you. “Ah, s-sorry. I’ve been worried, as of late. I’m still adjusting to this new body. The weight, strength, even the smell are all still foreign to me in some way.”
>”Feeling nostalgic for the old one?”
“No.” They snap. “I’m coming to terms with my new status. Each day I awake feeling full of energy, though inside I know that is a result of simulated chemicals in my head. It’s like I’m back in the prime of my life. Victor believes we’re functionally immortal, but… I’ve come to think otherwise. I’ve seen how everyone changes over time. We don’t live forever, but rather we suffer an endless circle of tiny deaths each day. Who we were sheds away into who we become. Now I’m on this circle as well.”
>”You’re not the first person to ask these questions.”
“How long will we last, Marie? A thousand years? A million? Last I checked the estimate for the universe’s life is 15 billion before it all collapses in on itself. Will we still be there, or strangers in our skin?”
He coughs and adjusts his glasses, turning away again. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bother you with my thoughts.”
>”I think this is the most I’ve ever heard you talk.”
“It’s the first time you’ve asked me to.”
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