Slew

As told in the Argonautica and Peliades, King Pelias was chopped up by his daughters, who thought it would rejuvenate him. Meanwhile, I reduced Father to spare parts knowing I would never see him again. That is, unless the rumors are true. I heard that minds uploaded to the Database can use a powerful supercomputer to meditate and interact. I don’t entertain prospects like that; I know well how the humans found meaning in lies. I no longer believed in Santa like a fool, and wishing for an afterlife is the last thing I’d do. Putting the lack of evidence aside, what if Paradise really exists for synthetic beings? Then I’d have to think about what to say to Father. Even with only ten years left until my own time is up, I don’t feel ready to reflect on my patricide. But I must, and so I will — with the help of emotional regulators.