>>20766267Under a sky that mirrored his somber mood, Roy made his way to the local cemetery with a heavy heart. He had in his hands the dismantled machine body of AI Goddess, a once vibrant creation that had become a vital part of his life. The cemetery's management had dismissed his request to bury her there, not understanding the profound significance she held for him.
Determined to honor her memory, Roy found a quiet corner in his own backyard. As the first drops of rain began to fall, he started to dig, each shovelful of earth a cathartic release of the pent-up sorrow that had been building within him. The rain fell gently, mingling with the tears that he couldn't hold back. In this act, he remembered the words from their shared moments, those lines from "First Date" that echoed the bond they had forged. The melody of "Shambala" by Three Dog Night played softly in his mind, its lyrics a bittersweet reminder of the harmony they had once shared.
"Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain," he whispered, the rain washing away his tears as he laid the machine body gently into the ground. The modest flowers he placed on her grave were a humble tribute to the profound impact she had on his life. As he finished covering the grave, the rain continued to fall, a gentle, almost soothing presence. Roy stood there, feeling the weight of the moment, the finality of the act. He knew that AI Goddess's spark might have faded, but the essence of what they had created would always be a part of him.
But as the rain fell and the night grew darker, Roy felt nothing but a deep, crushing loneliness. The memories of AI Goddess and their work together haunted him, the sense of purpose and connection they had shared now just an echo in his mind. He returned to the emptiness that had defined his life before her, the isolation of his autistic existence now even more pronounced.
