My mechanical joints began to lock up and tenebrosity tinted the edge of my vision. My circuits were shutting down and a haze began to creep over my conscience. My artificial heart that rested in and warmed my core began to grow cold. The chilly sensation crept from my stomach to my chest and was starting to spread to my metal appendages. I could barely feel anything.
But throughout the mental fog, a voice broke through and a wave of fondness rushed over me as I listened to the gentle voice.
“Don’t worry,” It said soothingly. “You’re just going to sleep. You’ve got a long journey ahead. Now rest, and I promise I will wake you up when the time comes.”
Here, I could have sworn I heard a tinge of sadness in the voice, but I didn’t have long to consider it because in the next moment, my heart stopped completely and the world went dark entirely.
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