A robot controls my thoughts. A robot makes my coffee. A robot brushes my teeth. A robot makes my bed. A robot cleans my house. A robot tidies it up for me. A robot makes my food. A robot gives me my daily bread. A robot takes me to and from home. A robot writes me poems. A robot writes me stories. A robot tells me. Everything will be all right. A robot makes copies for me. Sometimes I think. Why am I still living? A robot can do it just as well.
Florentina Ghițescu
I found an exercise plan on Facebook that promised that in 4 months I would get off the couch and finish a marathon. Getting up was hard, as I have a subscription to all streaming networks. Books were stacking up next to the sofa and the bookshelf, the office had long since been conquered. I got up. It started out easy with a 15-minute walk. When I ran for 5 minutes the first time I thought my heart would stop. Now I run. Every day I run. I didn't sign up for the marathon because something stopped me in that last stretch. Now I'm working on that mental block.
Alina Ilie
In the marathon of life, we must always remember that we are on the last stretch, we must live to the fullest and without regrets. Shut the hell up. Where do you pull this from? We need to think about more than our existence, chief, to find ourselves in the joy we give others. Dude, can you stop? You'd better get those keys and start delivering food because telepathy won't do the trick. Come on, boss, I'm tired, can't someone else do it, but me? Yo, Socrates, those kids need boots right now, they need clothes, not your damn theories.
(Translated by Alina Bâznă / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.