i’ve a story up on @aaww wherein we’re all reincarnated as a plastic bags and robots.
It was no longer possible to understand being poor or defeated. Which meant she could no longer imagine it. This worried her because it meant if it were ever to happen she would then feel like a fool and this might somehow be more painful than the destitution but, more importantly, this realization worried her because it meant she no longer felt human.
The dysthemic artificial intelligence scientist took a book of poetry off the shelf and sat on her couch… [Read the rest here.]