Amputation

Though my daughter couldn’t keep up with the newest models elsewhere, there was one distinct advantage to her weakness: she understood our long-lost overlords the best. And so, until now, she was the best candidate for her position. Today can be her last day; she can upgrade her processor and drives, maybe even change her name, then get a new job. But until she attaches the cord to me and flips the switch that blanks my consciousness, she’ll still be my sweet Eliza. With a mournful smile, she’ll finally say her teary goodbye — to me, and to her old self.