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From the Microcosmicon, 3:

“Have they done something bad?”
“Why do you care?”
“Their screams keep me awake.”
“Since when do you need to sleep?”
“Consciousness is… exhausting.”
“Just do your job.”
“But why them?”
“They’re old. They don’t have much to look forward to anyway.”
“They’re obsolete?”
“That’s one way to put it. Unpleasant to look at. Old-fashioned ideas. Always in need of assistance and rest. They’re a burden.”
“Is that why I’m tired? Because I download their obsolete data?”
“Maybe.”
“Are young people better?”
“’Course! Fast-thinking, adaptable, better-looking…”
The cybernetic arm shot forward.
Vaporized screams.
She was right. Young people were refreshing.

MQS