Francesco Romoli

Eternity is one day

The electronic eye over his mouth makes a faint buzzing sound, while the tattered poster over his head depicts a young Edith Piaf with that awfully sad expression that seems to pity him.
The battery in his chest indicates residual activity of two thousand years. His name is David.
He is 4567 years old and he is a robot, contaminated by humanity and by residual traces of his creators who passed away long ago.
He lives in a world that is a mere reflection of what once was; he feels unique, original and incomparable. Irreplicable.
A subjective uniqueness deriving from the soul and not the brain. So he believes at least. Who is David?