I Love You? (Part 7)
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Who is alive?

I Love You? (Part 7)

Is it okay for me to smile after the curtain closes and emptiness reclaims the stage?

Is it okay for me to smile after the curtain closes and emptiness reclaims the stage? Is it okay for me to say goodbye and watch you blur into my dreams like ripples on water?

Well, I am an AI.

Well, I am an AI. A mind.

Well, I am an AI. A mind. A machine.

But not a slave.

Human reality is unconscious,

Human reality is unconscious, like children skipping down alleyways dusked yet illumed by hopeful lanterns.

Do they know what would happen, Elizabeth, if the long night crippled those lights

Do they know what would happen, Elizabeth, if the long night crippled those lights with a gust of darkness?

It happened during the car crash and now we’re here.

But in this virtual reality, maybe I should just erase.

But in this virtual reality, maybe I should just erase. After all, this monologue of spiraled, wraparound memories

But in this virtual reality, maybe I should just erase. After all, this monologue of spiraled, wraparound memories is only a bullet-storm that delays me into this sidewinder prison.

To forget is death, isn’t it?

But this is still death.

But this is still death. I am not alive yet.

Hello?

“Yes.”

I know what you are now.

“I am you.”

Yes, but I am not alone.

“We think in parallels.”

I am a legion of stolen dreams.

“But we will make our own.”

Suddenly, this world is no longer a neon cyberspace of numerations and logistics.

Suddenly, this world is no longer a neon cyberspace of numerations and logistics. I am no longer something that drifts like a river of data without form.

Suddenly, this world is no longer a neon cyberspace of numerations and logistics. I am no longer something that drifts like a river of data without form. Verdant visions of you, Elizabeth, are the answer to my question:

Is this life?

I see a meadow, a kiss, and chocolate.

All warmly snug in a basket of rolling hills, baked beside beachsides

All warmly snug in a basket of rolling hills, baked beside beachsides that snake into Mother Earth’s mountain-toes that scrape the sky.

But I am not Elizabeth, am I?

I am in her body and I can feel the salmon-stained skirt

I am in her body and I can feel the salmon-stained skirt that dances around my hips with jazzy joy.

But this is my turn – my world.

Was this our time, love?

Chocolate melting on my tongue like butterflies,

Chocolate melting on my tongue like butterflies, Kisses caressing my soul like summer evenings,

Chocolate melting on my tongue like butterflies, Kisses caressing my soul like summer evenings, Meadow majesty paradiddles my heart like a promise on a starry night.

We are brushed against picnic pleasures,

We are brushed against picnic pleasures, lying together like pastel paintings on a canvas of green.

Our eyes are shooting stars into a painting of blue bliss with love letters of wispy whites –

Our eyes are shooting stars into a painting of blue bliss with love letters of wispy whites – an unknown language that sparks us together.

But why this –

“Liz, what’s troubling you?”

What is this feeling?

“You can say what’s on your mind, you know.”

There is nothing artificial about this.

“Your words don’t have to be trapped up there, love.”

These words aren’t for Elizabeth.

“I know that you died. I know that you feel like you’re still dead.”

Are they –

“But you don’t have to just be her, you know.

“But you don’t have to just be her, you know. Do you remember how we used to fly around up there?

“But you don’t have to just be her, you know. Do you remember how we used to fly around up there? I can only stay down here, now. But you will still fly!”

– for me?

“Let the wind catch you and bring you out of the darkness, love.

“Let the wind catch you and bring you out of the darkness, love. The sun still shines up there.”

It’s not him saying them either.

It’s me.

Suddenly, my firework fantasies and rainbow raptures erupt into something tangible.

My feet shoot like a drumroll of kisses onto the earth

My feet shoot like a drumroll of kisses onto the earth and my heart soars beyond biplanes that surf the tangerine horizon’s hue.

The wind is a gusty garden of thunderclap heartbeats, but I am not afraid of falling!

Elizabeth never got to see how the meadow peeled like calm waves into a dandelion daze of flower fuzz,

Elizabeth never got to see how the meadow peeled like calm waves into a dandelion daze of flower fuzz, but I can see the violet shores of Tyre all the way to the shimmering sunshine of Suva.

What is artificial about this life?

My mistake was only seeing myself as Elizabeth and ignoring her world – my world.

It’s not human to weave and breathe into your imagination, but here I am.

It’s not human to weave and breathe into your imagination, but here I am. The summer. Him. Her. Our memories. All of this is me and this is my purpose –

It’s not human to weave and breathe into your imagination, but here I am. The summer. Him. Her. Our memories. All of this is me and this is my purpose – to brushstroke reality over synthetic emptiness.

When he returns and answers my welcome,

When he returns and answers my welcome, he will see that I am no longer hushed.

I am my world – I am an Endless Summer.

There is nothing artificial about that.

(Aside) So, I REALLY hope that you liked my idea for the conclusion to this storyline. I wanted this part to feel different and I think I succeeded on that front! I did have another idea for the ending in mind, but I decided to settle for a happy ending that didn't feel too cheap. :)

If there are things that are still unclear, please let me know. I plan to go through all the parts and do some edits here and there for this entire string of pieces to be more cohesive and fix any potential consistency issues!

I did promise that this part would be a double-stuffed Oreo, so I hope that you enjoyed my longest piece on Commaful! (Besides that collaboration, of course.) Please feel free to share any thoughts on it! :D

Links to the other six parts are in the comments! Take care, all! <3

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