Sean:
That’s wrong.

Eljara:
Yeah.

Rows of bodies.
Clean. Silent. Working.

Not dead.

Not alive.

Sean:
I’ve seen death.

He looked closer.

Sean:
That ain’t it.

Eljara:
No.

A mechanical arm adjusted a face.

No reaction.

No resistance.

Just function.

Sean:
Who were they?

Eljara:
Doesn’t matter.

Sean:
Don’t say that.

Eljara finally looked at him.

Eljara:
It doesn’t matter here.

They moved on.

Further in.

More machines.
More conversions.

Sean:
Servitors.

Eljara:
“Service beyond death.”

Sean:
Sounds noble.

Eljara:
It isn’t.

A unit stood upright ahead.

Finished.

Still.

Sean stopped.

Long.

Sean:
That one…

Eljara knew.

Didn’t want to say it.

Eljara:
Yeah.

Sean stepped closer.

Careful.

Sean:
Hey…

Nothing.

No recognition.

No memory.

Just waiting.

Sean swallowed.

Sean:
He used to laugh.

Silence.

Eljara:
Not anymore.

Sean nodded slowly.

Sean:
They call that rebirth.

Eljara:
They do.

Sean kept staring.

Sean:
That’s not a second life.

A beat.

Sean:
That’s a replacement.

Machines kept moving.

Uninterrupted.

Eljara spoke quietly.

Eljara:
It’s better than nothing.

Sean didn’t turn.

Sean:
Is it?

No answer.

Only the hum.

Only the system.

Only the truth:

Something came back.

Just not him.

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