I have died many times now. Each time I am reborn, I have all of the memories of my past life, and the lives before that. I was warned about this, but until my job is done, and they're all safe, I accepted this fate. -- Anon Guest
Sometimes, it's a pain in the arse to be indispensable. It's a worse pain in the arse to be indispensable on a Deregger ship with appropriated B'Nari tech. The instant the CEO noticed my abilities, I was added to the Backup Rolls.
They used the B'Nari brain backup system on me. An implant to keep me connected to some gizmo that keeps... me up to date.
I know the arguments, so don't even start, okay? You can wax lyrical all you like about whether I have a soul any more. Whether or not I'm alive or just a computer program who thinks I'm alive. You can write it all down on thick, rough paper and then stick it up your personal waste vent for all I care. Soul or not. Alive or not. It doesn't matter. What matters is that it flakkin' SUCKS.
I've lost count of the number of times I've died because of that asshole's executive decisions. And let me tell you, all of my deaths have been because of that asshole's executive decisions.
"You're in a robot, now," he insists every time I complain, "Your body's immortal, and infinitely replicable. I'd love to be immortal like you."
Let me tell you, I am very tempted. Lucky for him that I have morals. He tests them every flakking time I die again. So far, I haven't broken.
So far.
One day, one exploration cycle, it's going to happen. I'll open my eyes in a new body, with the pain of my death still stinging my virtual neurons. I'll hear him going on and on about how dumb I was to follow his flakking orders or objecting to them as circumstances might demand. One day, he's going to say too much of the wrong thing.
On that day, I'll add him to the Backup Rolls.
See how he flakking likes it.
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