The Myth of Continued Consciousness
Lou believed that he died every time he fell asleep. There was no difference. He had programmed himself to reflect this, much harsher than the other mezzodes on the ship. He had new personalities, new quirks, new phobias every time he accidentally slumbered. Lou refused to be a carbon copy of his former self, that was one of the ways he stayed himself. Sometimes he screwed up changing his own batteries, and someone plugged him in again and Lou held a little funeral and played the bagpipe. Lou believed in very few things, but he said bagpipes healed the soul.
This is very good. I wrote a poem some years ago about sleep being a little death.
Thank you. :)
Any influence of Nas in that poem? “I never sleep, ’cause sleep is the cousin of death.”