Chapter 27: Crazy

The sounds around me spike, soften, and fight their way into my brain. I hear frequencies that no one else does. Without opening my eyes, I can see everything. Yet, I can sense nothing.

My body doesn't reply. It doesn't answer my pleas. It simply sits, gets picked up and carried away without even the slightest movement. As if my body is not my own. I'm struggling to keep her away. But the thought of giving up is starting to bleed into my mind.

I feel like that one robot exhibition. I don't remember who told me about it, but it has always stuck with me. The robot keeps mopping up blood around it without ever reaching an end. When having cleaned one side, the other side already flows further. The task it got from its creator was an impossible one, never to be fully achieved. It's supposed to be art, but it went on to be philosophical.