35 - Yort

Yort is about to die.

Yort looked up.

"What? No i'm not why would you say that?"

"Seriously, why would you say that, who are you?"

Well i made you.

Yort looked quizically at the blank sky.

"I..., i'm not sure you did, whoever you are."

Yort, name three things you can see, and tell me them, if you don't believe me.

Yort looked.

"Well, it doesn't exis-"

Yort watched as a cacophony of nature erupted around him, birds flying out of a tree bearing long, hair like strands of leaves that dipped to the yellow earth, the sky was beautiful, arranged in shades of purples, dark blues and yellow.

See?

"Oh."

"Are you god?"

No.

"Ah, right."

Can we continue please?

"Oh, yes, quite sorry."

Yort looked into his hand, and saw a mirror, and in it he saw

"..."

...

and in it he saww..

"Oh, umm, a large, bubous, kind of, onion coloured head, with two large compound eye- wait why would i know that? why would i consider that worthy of note, that's just who i am, was i al-"

Yort was interrupted, by a legion of himself, identical in everyway.

"Hello" said Yort cheerfully.

His biological brothers stood in silence.

"Are, are you making them do that?"

Around Yort, a hall materialized.

"...This, this looks like a prison" he said, taking a look into a glass cubicle.

"Oh my god, that's, that's me."

Nono Yort, it's not you, see, you don't feel any pain whatsoever, you're the basis of that thing, but you're not the real McCoy.

"He's, he's got a tube through his entire body, why is his stomach ripped open? why are you showing me this, why-"

Look Yort, we're friendly, aren't we? and i tend to treat people well, who've treated me well, i'm going to leave now, but thank you, if it wasn't for you, none of this could've happened.

"What the hell are you talking about, stop it, stop it now!"

You,Yort, you asked the right questions, you have no idea how long i'd been working to get a fully simulated conciousness working, but you, you little clever clogs, you got it working, asked all the right questions a perfect basis, if i might say.

Yort, oh dear, Yort screamed.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE I DON'T"-

Yort felt a flatline in the universe.

And he knew he was alone.

he fell, silently, to his knees, and all around him, his screaming, his blood, the carnival of tests and prodding and poking and stabbing played on.

From a terminal at the FRS1T L1N3 Research centre, Dr Oer quietly celebrated another triumph, he'd grown softer in his older age, normally, he'd of wiped Yort, which, technically, he supposed he had already done thousands of times, but still, you always remember your first.

35 -Yort