Reflections

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Reflections.

He looked at his battered reflection in the old, weathered mirror, and couldn't believe he was still alive, considering the damage he had sustained. Well, that is, as much as a droid like him could be considered to be 'alive.' Was he, really? He thought about this quite regularly, and even more so now that he spent so much time alone. For sure, he was capable of conscious, autonomous thought, and felt emotions like joy, affection, fear, and sadness. All things associated with 'being alive.' But still..

He turned on the remaining light bulb in his left eye socket, and a warm glow illuminated the mirror. If anything, he thought, he wasn't capable of dreaming. Whenever he went into 'sleep mode' to allow his systems to get updates, upgrades, and the like, he never dreamed of anything. He resented that, in a way, because he knew that humans dreamed -even those who believed they didn't- , and that at least some animals like dogs did dream as well. As he imagined it, it was like being awake while being asleep. So maybe the ability to dream was actually the ultimate manifestation of being alive...

Someone once said to him: "they can take away everything from you, my friend, but nobody can take away your dreams. Those are yours and yours alone; your biggest treasure!"  He looked again at the mirror reflection of his battle damaged, metal alloy body, and thought: "But what if one doesn't have them? Does that mean that, when it comes to it, one has nothing left to lose?"

 

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