"My suggestion is to run", replied the device. It's been 6 hours, it no longer tries to spit out overly elaborate answers. It was my last resort, the antidepressants aren't working and my psychologist is a piece of some sofisticated nanomaterial I read about on science magazines 10 years ago; what's more, it's trained on just a couple of experimental therapies... Just seeing it puts me in a dark mood.
The weather looks rather likeable from the window, so I put on some comfortable clothes and give it a try.
I start to walk in the hope that my energy calls for some running, and after two kilometers I realize there are no people around. Also strange is that I haven't seen any bird or insect on my way.
I enter a store to try to find a signal of some living creature, but there's no one around... At that point the dark mood starts to filter in, but I fight back. The running water in the bathroom, the flashing lights of the security cameras, the faint and distorted noise from a radio I couldn't find in my view... They aren't helping. I look around and realize that all the words and numbers on the products, tags and screens are in what seems to be an alien language, completely far from what any human symbol could resemble.
I run out of the store. "I could now stand depression, but not psychosis, please... Is it the next step? Is it? The next step of what?"
Outside is already night, only one street light remains, and against it a moth keeps trying... I feel joy just from the piercing sound of it's body against it, despite of it's sad nature. Then the sound stops. The moth doesn't fall down, it gets stuck into the light, and some rare mycelium-looking structure kind of absorbs it slowly, while the light fades with it. I feel no fear, sadness or joy, I just stand there, perplexed, amused.
When the light completely fades, my eyes trick me into some symbols in front of me, floating there, that read: "Told you".
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