Sunday Story 24: Lest We Remember

‘I don’t need to tell you the exact memory.’

‘No.’

‘Is there any way you can know – after I am gone?’

‘No.’

‘The machine – it doesn’t have a log or something? It doesn’t remember?’

‘It doesn’t remember.’

‘Okay. Okay. So I go in there – and take the chair – and slide my head into the slot – heh, this feels like I am reciting a lesson to a teacher – and then when I am ready – I flick the red switch. Correct?’

‘Yes.’

‘And if I feel like I cannot –’

‘You touch the gree...