Imaginary Games by Peter Raber

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He realized that he was gripping the cherry red pillow very tightly, as a moment ago it was the head of a monsterous dinosaur. "It's too early to go to bed." Kyle whined coming out for behind the couch. "Now Kyle, you of all people should know that you need your rest." She wheeled over too him and took his hand in hers. "Yes mother." Kyle hung his head. Sam ran up to his mother took her cold metal hand and she wheeled them both to bed.
"Kyle?" Sam asked as he dropped his teeth into the glass of water by his bed. "Yes Sam?"
"Why did you let me be Arthur today?" There was a long silence spare the rain gently padding on the roof.
"Because I love you Sam, and... I'm dying." He was rubbing his wrinkled right hand and Sam could tell his arthritis was acting up again. "Don't worry though, because, I'm going to transfer my brain to a robotic body just like mother, so don't worry cause I'm not going anywhere." There was another long silence. Sam placed his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling in deep reflection. It was about 20 years ago that they drove their mother to the specialized clinic where she had her surgery. She had been going strong since, except for a couple of loose bolts here and there.
"Sam?" Kyle asked. "Yes?" "When it's your time to go are you going to Cybort to a new body?" Through glassy eyes Sam said "I don't think so." "Why not? Don't you want to live forever? Never have to go to sleep? We could play forever!"
"Curiosity I guess. I feel like I would be missing out on something bigger. Like maybe when we die, all of our dreams come true." "Wouldn't you be scared?"
"A little, I think. But I'm willing to take that chance." And as they both fell silent for the night, Sam found that it was a little harder to sleep as fear and remorse crept into his aged heart.