“You claim to have in your possession recorded … evidence … from my initial assessment. I spoke with you then — what evidence, did I? I have no memories of, as you put it, committing … to life,” the old man said, then slowly rose from the congenial couch and staggered towards the warbling water cooler. “I am old, too old for all these … sentience shenanigans. Tired of … being tired. If life is not a certitude and merely a merciless way out I would very much like an audience with the Scribbler; there is substance needing scrutiny. I am not going back there. Not I. Never.”
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.