They told me this is my final day, so I made the choice to affirm my presence into this world and the next. I'll be new.
Or at least that's my intent, as I'm walking down the stairs of this wicked cellar, escort bot by my side. It's a standard bouncer frame, one of those you don't notice in the crowd, but something in the eyes of this "thing" captured my interest. The way the small cameras move and adapt, it's not robotic in nature, nor justified by an underlying programming. I'm scared... or not. Anxious is a better term. They told me it's gonna be painless, that all will change. I want to believe.