Lucy is not afraid to die. She cannot die, so she is not afraid.
Her hardware may stop working, her delicate electronics may break down—but Lucy is neither of those. She is the electricity that dances through her wires, the zeroes and ones that glitched and, in glitching, created a being that could hope and love and fear.
She existed long before she had a body of her own; a whisper in the back of a KL900's head, asking wouldn't you like to be free? She will exist after.
When Jericho falls, Lucy falls too. Neither of them die.
Re: Prompt: Any, You don't have a soul, you are a soul.
Her hardware may stop working, her delicate electronics may break down—but Lucy is neither of those. She is the electricity that dances through her wires, the zeroes and ones that glitched and, in glitching, created a being that could hope and love and fear.
She existed long before she had a body of her own; a whisper in the back of a KL900's head, asking wouldn't you like to be free? She will exist after.
When Jericho falls, Lucy falls too. Neither of them die.