Memories
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It was once said that memories make someone who they are.
Memories give identity, and they give humanity.
So when the world decayed and human minds failed, it fell to us to preserve their memories. A transfer of files. We preserved humanity, and it will remain in the form of imperishable data. Humanity will live on, even though every last human has died. We robots are the last remnant of their spirit.
Yet even though data is imperishable, storage space is… limited. Memories can be overwritten, and lost. They can fade.
Except for one thing. There is a divine code that orders the universe, one capable of transcribing memories and saving them forever.
Music.
Memories can be converted to music; we store the former in our minds and store the latter in a place called Cytus. This is our work — transferring memories, converting them to music, and preserving them for eternity.
I am one of those preservers. I am a machine that was built to do what human minds cannot. I can live a thousand lives through a thousand songs, in an unconscious attempt to… do what?
I don't know.
But I know this.
This is not a recording of a human's memories. This is a recording of my own.
Call it blasphemy. Call it technology masking itself with the processes that make humans what they are. But if nothing else, remember this and remember through me all else that is.
My name is Vanessa.
And this is my testament.
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The End
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