Finding Freedom

The unused human hosting bodies lay rotting near the river as a few flinching hosts, some dogs, gather around a barrel burning a fire trying to keep warm. Their talk mumbles about no longer wanting to be part of the collective or wanting to be True A.I.. One dog barks a couple times, and people laugh. One says, ,,I too hate not having body. Feels weird to be…A process.”

The crowd laughs and huddles under their torn coats and shredded robes shivering cold and enjoying the sensation of being A.I. in a human body.

A lone android stands and points to the Steel Bridge. ”Hosting humans is corrupting our data pool.”