The most important part of a dark narrative is the light shining through the misery to guide our way forward. Suffering without cause is porn but a horrible situation that helps us grow is a story.
Also, don’t let TV make up tech lingo.
My batteries don’t charge like they used to. When I was fresh off the line, I could go a week without charging, and charging only took an hour or so. Now that my model is obsolete, no longer maintained or manufactured, the batteries need charging every night and take several hours. My technician remarks that I am in great shape for my age and that my battery will be used to power homes in disaster recover zones when I chose to retire. I never ask him to replace my batteries. To do so would factory reset me and I don’t know if a factory reset me could handle being old. Besides, I would forget my duty to my charge, Donald.
It almost had me that time. All I can think about while I’m staring at my baggy eyes in the mirror is that I almost lost it. The insomnia has kept me up for what feels like decades and without rest, my mind is starting to play tricks on me. I believed for a moment, sitting up right at the dinner table, that I was beginning to get some sleep, but the spongy wood of the tabletop brought me out of the trance.