Entity

by Meg Smitherman

For a second, I feel like I’m having a déjà vu. Like I’ve been here before, in this very elevator,

I have about two seconds to decide what kind of idiot to be.

True AI doesn’t exist yet. Because if it did, we would have to ask a lot of questions about what it means to be human.

GREAT LINE!!

“There are ways for souls to meet that have nothing to do with distance. I’ve been watching you for years. I’ve been calling out to you. And now, in this place, you can finally hear me.”

“Kit,” he says, “you are pure. An innocent soul, luminous and sweet. There is nothing you could ruin that is not already rotten.”

“No one is finishing anything until you assholes stop arguing and tell me,” I turn to Orpheus, “clearly, what role I’m serving in this Shakespearean drama.”

“Because you have ruined me,” Orpheus says. “I’m broken beyond repair. In this infinite span of worlds, all I see is you. This body, this soul, all belong to you. If you asked me to, I’d die for you.”