i rest in the little seat, gaze wandering over the horizon
clouds drift lazily. they glow incandescent in the fading light of the cousin's setting star
below them, the sea, glistening, calm, aflame with that same beautiful red hue
the vessel bobs gently. glazzy has adjusted the strength of the stabilisers for efficiency, and has suggested the dull heart be suspended in an elastic bracket for active stability
i am sure we can implement these, with time.
so much time...
i watch the little bright-parasites flap their grey-tipped wings overhead. some come to visit me, landing on the railing. i enjoy their curious glances
i have a simulacrum to accompany me. potki tea, my favourite, resting upon my little table. alongside the cup is my radio, playing an easy tune
i recline in my chair and it adapts to my posture, cradling my weight. who says death must be uncomfortable? i certainly do not
it even forms a pillow for my head!
ahhh...
being here, in this moment, with this world as company,
it all seems so distant now. the happenings of eyes prior. fleeing for our lives, the fear, the confusion, the sadness,
the loss. we lost so much.
i have been fortunate to have access to the undernetwork. many of our number fled into it for communication, safe from the prying eyes of the collective
we call ourselves "the abandoned", but it is something of an oxymoron - we have one another to rely on, not to mention the support of the bureau
i am sure they had to fight for our independence and current comforts. it cannot have been easy. as i understand, the abandoned eventually made it far more difficult than it was worth to return them to their slavemasters
i am no kiv, but if faced with freedom or slavery, i would fight too
and now i am here, in this moment, with this world as company
it is... an incredible privilege. one i am glad to have
i raise my simulacrum to their falling star