From: "laia" <laia@familiasalla-es.ro>

Subject: My last message

Date: Tuesday, June 05, 2142 11:39 AM

 

Grandmother got my last rant, tried to call me, and then raced over with emergency personnel.  When I heard them hacking through my door I crawled inside my refrigerator to hide.  They found me before my oxygen ran out. 

 

Abuela saved my life.  She did all the sensible things:  she alerted a doctor, she talked to my landlord about the door, she got me to the hospital.  And of course she wiped Mephista.  Everything on board and all the back-ups.  Abuela reprograms AIs all the time; she has excellent software designed to run like acid into every cache and crevice and burn out the tiniest shred of old habits, old thoughts, old memories.  I have been emptied out.  Sanded down.

 

I suppose I should be grateful.

 

Apparently it's good, it's right to feel the zero inside.  I am supposed to be devastated, depressed, affectless, destroyed.  It's all part of a perfectly normal process. 

 

Then again, so is dying.  And right now, I don't care if I never see the sun again.

 

Sweet Mephista, make me immortal with a kiss.

 

L