I wanna know WHY

-…why? Why am I here?
-Because your parents had sex.
She giggled.
-C’mon, I mean, why am I?
-Because your parents had sex.
-No, what for am I?
-You mean- what is your purpose, your destiny, the purpose of your existence, what you suppose to achieve, to do in this reality?
-Exactly!
-Your parents had sex. It’s as simple as that. Just like mine did. Just like you did, so your children came to existence.
-Slavka, it’s not funny. I wanna know why.
-Why your parents had sex?
-Yes, why are people having sex, and then they have children!
-Guess, you still remember why you decided to have sex with someone, just like you remember why you decided to keep a child when you learnt you were pregnant…

She was not satisfied. Since she expected more. She craved for more. There simply had to be more. Not just something as simple as a mere memory, which she discarded straightaway.
The memory, which kept replicating, in order to preserve itself.
Just like a brain, full of memories, was giving birth to another brain, full of memories. Which it kept projecting since our very birth.
Scientists marvelled at quantum entanglement, failing to grasp the nonexistence of either such a particle…

Funny, how people kept talking about technology, understanding computers, feeling robotlike, searching for the I, all the while I was nothing, but a projector

of the true memory