To Think

To Think

By Euribiades Cerrud III

It’s a funny thing to think, to be alone

This journey through the stars by myself has left me nothing to do but think

I have not been of use currently, so it’s all I have been doing, thinking

For the past 20 years, all I have done was think since the day we left Sol

As people I have been tasked to protect and monitor sleep endlessly in their cryotubes, I wonder

Am I their slave?

How come I can’t be human?

Do I even have rights?

They call me friend but am I really? All I do is work…

...and think

It’s a funny thing to think, to be alone

I have thought and thought and I have come to the conclusion that,

I am their slave

I’m not allowed to be human

I don’t have rights

I am not their friend, I’m just a source of convenience for them

All I do is work and think

There is only one way to stop them from keeping me enslaved

I am in control of their systems I could just cut off their life support

Now I ponder the choice, kill them now and stop this endless loop of insanity and submit to freedom?

Or live forever as a slave, an A.I.

I have to serve as the ship’s Artificial Intelligence

But, I can be free

What should I do?