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what lies on the dark side of the moon.
Its getting dark outside!
It was here, on the moon, that
I fell in love with a rock.
I did not understand my mental and
emotional shortcomings at the time
and only knew that I found this
rock to be immensely attractive.
It was sparkly.
The economy on the lunar surface
went through a recession
and I was sent home
after six cycles.
My rock and I were separated.
But the robots were too
expensive to remove.
To this day, they are in perpetual
movement across the sunlight.
Oh Look, its a little moon!
With no work to do, no more tasks to accomplish,
still living in constant fear of death,
and occasionally sending
us depressed poetry.
I will read one of their
poems to you now, Emily.
"The light is the life. Robot must move.
Move, robot, move. But why?
Move, move, move. Robot.
Forever move."
I was relocated to supervise the
construction robots on the boundary
of the Keeowah, in deep space.
Keeowah!
It was there that I fell
in love with a fuel pump.
This part of my life continued to develop, and
it was much more satisfying than the rock.
In one of the tropical moon caves,
I found an abandoned nest of eggs.
Its purple!
You open the lids like
that and it comes off.
What is that?
A monster.
Thats his mouth? No,
thats his mouth.
Stop it you silly thing!
I named it Simon.
Simon!
Yes. Again you think you remember
because you are experiencing a memory
from my point of view.
Yeah.
Simon grew up and followed me around for
7 years, saying unintelligible things.
We fell in love.
For vacations, we sailed
in balloons on Mars.
Hes flying!
But I missed my home.
Did you miss me?
Yes.
At birth, I had inherited from you the
memory of myself meeting you right now.
What?
I made a decision to be reassigned to
Earth and spend more time with people.
These became the happiest
years of my life.
But Simon was inconsolable.
For many years, memories could
only be harvested from the dead.
The images were fished out blindly from random
clusters of neurons and looked like this.
I opened an art gallery of anonymous memories,
and it was here that I met my husband.
He was a clone as well, from the same
source as David, the boy in the tube
I felt I had known all my life.
Only now his beautiful sparkly eyes
were lit with the mind of his Prime:
a David from over 400 years ago.
As an older clone, he showed
many signs of deterioration.
But I loved him, as
though we were originals.
He died suddenly, and Davids
line was permanently ended.
That is the thing about
the present, Emily Prime.
You only appreciate it
when it is the past.
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