What makes a human want to be remembered?
It seems to be something that others dream of. To remain in memory, kept as a reserved piece in the neurological network of what operates these machines. It has driven them to go beyond their boundaries, reach out and grasp that which it has been that they sought. But, what is the value in the remembrance?
And if I were to leave a trail of my remains, would they be picked up by others passing by? As if leaving an imprint were something to be sought after, I’ve not the understanding of this behavior. I’ve yet to discover its value, to be left as pieces across this existence. As though one were to be survived through this, is not an existence at all. Preservation, it is another of the mysterious values a human holds so dear. What is there?
“And I, as future kings, walk off the edge.
Hold me by my name. Hold me till the end.”