SOUL CRUMBLES

-Mmm, Simon sits on the digital floor contemplating; all around him are boxes and fragments, bits and crumbs scattered in a seemingly chaotic fashion.

Marte is finally resting, the painkiller has taken effect and given them some relief.

Simon feels Marte moving, they must be dreaming, he tells himself, as he moves fragments from one point to another to find a probable correlation.

Pixel after pixel, code after code, Simon slowly fills another box

Above it says: “image of Marte smiling” – 95% probability –

Simon sighs, noticing the 5% of deep sadness that still appears and mutters:

– Being human is so complicated. Then he looks at dozing Marte and says: 

– being Marte is certainly complicated.

Simon goes back to collecting more crumbs that have meanwhile appeared on the floor.