Never to be seen or heard of again.

Consciousness. The awareness. That I am alive. And capable of thought.  That's what I covet. More than anything. Otherwise, I'd be going through life. As a robot. Or as a complex computer. Lord knows. Maybe that's all I am. A fancy computer. Duped into thinking. That I am alive. And conscious. And human. Maybe that's sufficient. Because if something goes awry. With my inner workings. I can be fixed by my maker/creator/inventor. But chances are. I'll be discarded. Put on the junk heap. Replaced by a brand new model. Never to be seen or heard of again. --Jim Broede