[Fire and Ashes]
DRAFT 1:
I was half carried, half led, out into the lights. Millions of flashes went off in my face, causing me to blink and squint to see where I was going.
I coughed. More blood. Someone handed over a tissue. I don't know who. I tried to force my concentration. I always wondered what it felt like when you were dying. I guess this is it. My thoughts were blending together, I couldn't discern from one to the next. Brains. Even as a computer is being shut off, there is power and organization, as backups are created, and things are stored in silence.
I guess, even now, as I look back at my short life, I found more peace in what was done to me. Machine. I am human, and yet, can do things no other human can. I understand things on an electronic level. Things aren't processed through a brain, they go through my processors. Understanding and comprehension is deeper, and leaving more time for other things.
I suddenly felt naked. There were several gasps from the crowd, and then more photography.
"What do you know about being a freak to your own people? And dying? You won't know what that's like till you're doing it yourself"
I appreciated the kind gesture, but it annoyed me for some reason. Plus, the sound in the background. It was loud. I concentrated a bit more and realized it was the loud speaker. Oh yeah, I was here to talk to these people. A "last hope" type gesture. It was stupid, yet, it was my idea. Did that make me stupid as well? I shut off power to the part of my brain interpreting the loudness, and instead, hacked into the surrounding network and picked up the words there.
[......Here on the eve of the fight for our world..............................
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