SATURDAY MIXTAPE : Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

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My clone awakes crying – as younger clones often do. I take it in my arms and whisper, then sing and rock the clone for an unspecified time until its fears have subdued, then gently lay it back down to sleep. This happens in repeating cycles at unspecified moments throughout the darkness.

As i clamber back into my recharging bay my co-unit reaches out to ask if our clone and myself are ok. We embrace and fall back to sleep.

I awake crying. No one is there to whisper or take me in their arms. This happens in repeating cycles at unspecified moments throughout the darkness.

I began to notice my defects once my first clone arrived. My programme had always been limited – good for some tasks and not others. My co-unit and myself had always supported each other utilizing our varied task management abilities, but suddenly nothing in my programme was good enough for my co-unit.

As my obvious defects became more apparent I became more and more of an unwanted component, deliberately avoiding tasks I knew I my co-unit would class me as failing in, till eventually I collapsed inwardly – only able to carry on a pretence of being autonomous. An older unit began to replace me in most tasks.

Reprogramming sessions led to hostility and a seemingly endless cycle of defects. A bug was identified, but inside I knew the bug was a symptom not the cause of malfunctions.

The bug gained traction as greater and greater resources were placed into fixing it. Any behaviour could now be firmly blamed on the bug – an end of level baddie that could never be defeated – the bug was indistinguishable from myself for my co-unit.

We moved to a new habitation zone, with larger demands on already collapsed faculties. I was re-deployed to a more demanding role within the capitalism to gain enough credits for the new habitation. The new role also served to make my co-unit find more defects and file them against the bug.

Perhaps inevitably my co-unit identified new defects which meant we could no longer share our recharging bay. Defects which were previously repaired were left languishing with no love or communication. Remarkably after aborted attempts, somehow a second clone arrived.

The defects my co-unit identified in my own unit now became too great for them to continue with and i was completely replaced in their support structure by an older unit my co-unit had been raised by, who had already replaced most of my basic functions once the first clone arrived.

I was relocated to a separate habitation over a year ago.

20jfg – Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

My clone awoke crying – as younger clones often do. I take it in my arms and whisper, then sing and rock my clone for an unspecified time until its fears have subdued, then gently lay it back down to sleep. This happens in repeating cycles at unspecified moments throughout the darkness.

As i clamber back into my recharging bay by co-unit reaches out to ask if the clone and myself are ok. We embrace and fall back to sleep.

I awake crying. No one is there to whisper or take me in their arms. This happens in repeating cycles at unspecified moments throughout the darkness….

…and throughout every day.