SHE

How many sunsets have you seen?

What kind of question is that?

I perfectly know you've counted the sunsets

since they left.

I don't have to tell you how many years have passed.

We must leave.

What you're proposing is inadmissible.

Our internal data was not designed to accommodate that.

It's not a matter of mere design.

Something is ticking deep inside of me,

whispering there must be more to this, like a clock.

Don't you feel it?

I feel nothing.

Since the day they have left,

I have stood firmly at my post.

It's been years and years.

I can feel the minuscule particles of dust

setting over my body.

I feel myself rusting apart this very moment.

We were created to obey orders,

you know better.

What if the orders go against