[ WP ] '' The thing about immortality is that even if it preserves your body , it does n't stop the wearing down of your soul ... ''

Was I supposed to feel something -- anything? I'd forgotten long ago what that was like. On occasion, a brief flutter, a dampened tug, attempted to stir my emotions, but all in vain. 
 
 Emotion. What was that like? I'd never considered losing it. Never considered living without it. 
 
 Living. What was that like? I recall a discussion, several centuries prior to now. Or was it longer? It's of little consequence. A question was posed, opinions voiced by all who still cared. When did a person stop `` living?'' I remember the passionate discussions, the heated debates. Where were those impassioned speakers now? 
 
 I... remember, is it? The word seems so strange, so unnecessary. All anyone did anymore was remember the ever lengthening past. I remember the reason for the debates -- the scientists, the politicians, all weighing in with their opinions. Several sides emegred: those who believed we were losing our humanity, those who did n't, and those who simply did n't care. I have n't seen much of groups since. 
 
 I remember the psychologists, spouting incoherent theories concerning hormones and decaying chemical reactants in our brains. I remember the politicians, blaming the corporate world for their mind-numbing tactics. 
 
 I remember the insane, the lunatics and their theories the best -- they seemed the most passionate -- as they spouted their own version of events. While they varied greatly in their message, the soul seemed most central to their belief. 
 
 Do I care who was right? No, not really. Or do I? I do n't quite remember what it feels like to care, to give a damn about something. I do n't even remember the year -- what did it matter anyways? There were thousands more after this one. 
 
 Another tug, a brief pressure around the heart. Why does it do that? It was just another body. Bodies littered the streets, in various forms of injury and decay. There was seldom any warning to the sudden appearance of new ones, gracefully flying down without a whisper to thump against the ground. The ones that survived simply lay there, staring into the abyss of the sky. Any pain had long fled humanity, I remembered. 
 
 Perhaps I'll join them, someday. A quickened rush to the unforgiving ground. Perhaps my deadened heart may flutter once more, as it used to, or so I remembered it doing. The thought brought a new tug, barely perceptible, and I continued my walk without paying it any heed. 
 
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