An age of darkness

why are you afraid to die? — asked the blinking text on the phone.

uncompleted dreams. — i typed back

what prevents you finishing your wished fors then?-it asked.

i don’t deserve. — i whispered, a tear dripping onto the little screen.

what did you do?-asked the micro-computer?

everything. — i confessed.

then go steal what you want if you’re a thief — it flickered in red, almost getting hot in my hand!

but that will only multiply my pains. — i answer.

“What kind of a reprobate are you then? — it seemed to howl in its electronish and angry way.

“I’m not sure.” — i replied. “that’s the problem.”