“You like skulls?” a friend asked me. People ask that when they see my art, I couldn’t tell you why. It’s true, though.
“Do I ever!” I said. “I have one.”
“For real?” said my friend, matching my enthusiasm. “Show me.”
“It keeps my brain in,” I said with that English sort of grimace that means “sorry”. I could only show her my teeth. “But when we upload our minds into machines I’ll save my skull and make it into something really pretty.”
“Aw, now,” said my friend. “I bet it’s already pretty.”
Thank you, friend!