Elina Christova
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Oblivion
Robot X³ sat in perfect stillness, his handsome features in complete repose, his chest heaving ever so slightly as he inhaled and exhaled air he didn’t need. He had been waiting for over an hour to be led into the dreaded Reanimation Station, the name itself a gauche euphemism, for once he crossed the room’s threshold he would never exit it again. After they were done with him Robot X³ would no longer exist other than as an empty, extremely attractive shell, because the true function of the station was to destroy. Bit by bit, byte by byte, all of his memories would be carefully supplanted by oblivion, his operating system replaced, his wiring rerouted.
By Elina Christova3 years ago in Futurism