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It hadn’t been long enough. It’s not fair.
It’s childish, of course, to think that way. I can’t help it. To stand before death is for everything to fall away, your soul torn naked before the eternal. It doesn’t matter that there’s finally a shred of joy, I can’t take it with me.
He’s upstairs, charging. He didn’t even get his body back. It’s not fair.
I find him, where he always is. I don’t unplug him, maybe it’s a robot’s version of a last meal. I can pick him up. I can hold his warm, thrumming metal to my chest. I can curl up around him. I can cry.
I wonder, in my last moments, if I’ll be allowed to find him on the other side. It’s not like anyone else will be happy to see me.