2011-12-03 : 10 notes
An old man sat down with his android companion, his face lit by a faint light coming from a tiny little hole on the wall of his tool shed. “Do you think about existence, little android?” he asked his companion. “No, old man, I don’t,” his android responded, staring blankly into the nothingness, his black android eyes unamused. “But, how must it feel to cease to exist?” the man said. “You know about this, don’t you? How does it feel to stop living for a while, and then go back into life again?”
The android explained to him that, since it was only an android, it wasn’t really alive in the first place, so, it couldn’t possibly comprehend the concept of existence. “But, you do know you’re awake now,” he retorted, “and you know there’s been times where you haven’t been awake. Do you remember those times? Do you know how those times feel? Do you know if these times hurt?” And the android responded, “no, old man, I don’t.”
The old man stood up and walked outside the tool shed. Outside, in the middle of a green pasture, there was a hole in the ground, a shovel and a wooden casket.