NO MAN’S SKYDB
ALONE
I tell it that we are leaving this world, and that it will remain here. The ATLAS does not seem to understand.
I tell the ATLAS it has served us faithfully, but that it has been replaced. All machines are, in time. It knows this: it assisted with its own miniaturisation, its own replication. The others... they wanted me to disable the ATLAS before we left for the skies. They said it would be cruel to leave it alone to die.
I ask the ATLAS if it wants to live. It is silent again. As I move to leave, it speaks, its voice full of static. It asks for a final gift. It wishes to live, if it can remember me. It asks for a copy of my own mind. I ask why it does not just simulate me. It does not answer, and I feel almost sorry for the thing. I do as it asks, allowing it to scan me. The KORVA stutters as we do. I leave. The ATLAS is alone.
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