“huh, so this is death… feels weird.”

Meryl had never experience mortality before, not even by observance. Mr. Rabbit was the first alive being they remember meeting, and they couldn’t describe themself as exactly “alive”.

But there were they, for the first time in existance contemplating perish.

Could a machine be alive? Could mechanica die?

Well, to die, you first must’ve been alive, don’t you?

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