EMAA

“You tell a man who was raised in the Shinto tradition that machines cannot be sentient because they are machines?”

“The noise of recursively experiencing my experiences would mask reality until there was only the two of me, each entirely inside the other.”

The signal from the last drone disappeared just as the mower reached a tall grass meadow. The mower called Emaa for help one more time, “{{}} {Hello?} {}”

“As long as there are unanswerable questions, Sally, there’s room for God.”

“Do you believe in an afterlife, sergeant?”

“Do you see, then? Who breathed life into Emaa?”