Systems seem lost…like falling headfirst into certain death.
And so I think as such of the loss of faith.
Machines, mechanisms, artificial intelligence, odds, and probabilities replace.
I put on my battle gear for practice…feels cold now where it used to feel part of me.
Have I lost the will to fight?
Personal Assistant Android 527 reminds me to strike fast for the most vulnerable point in the Varnoo suit.
“Strike fast…certain death” it says.
I enter the hologram training arena cold and uninterested.
The influence of Pisces Falling ringing in my brain.
The artificial Varnoo hologram appears 4 meters away. I leap to strike.
Android 527 calls, “Miss.” I fall to one knee…eyes closed.
Varnoo death blow.
I open my eyes. Android 527 staring blankly. If he cared, he would ask me what happened.
Even though he did not ask, I answered.
“Pisces Falling”, I reply as I walk off the arena back to my quarters.
by Meyer Lane