Lucy tells me she finds it hard to go to sleep and not watch that next episode of TV…
The two children observe each other. The girl holds her buzzing pixels like a shield.
“Why are you filming me?” he asks.
“I’m not it’s a monitor.”
“What does it monitor?”
“Nothing, it’s just a screen. I watch my life on it.”
“Isn’t that what eyes are for?”
“Maybe. The doctor says I won’t need it much longer.” She gives him a brief moment of eye contact. “I can even sleep without the TV sometimes.”
“Why do you need it now?”
“It helps me feel safe.”
“Why?”
“Stop asking questions.”
“Why? I’m just being friendly.”
He goes to touch her, she withdraws.
“You’re not real.”
“Of course I’m real!”
“You can’t hurt me, you’re just pixels.”
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