Automatonophobia

'I was gathering dust behind the lounge. I knew no one would remember me any time soon. I would lay forgotten, until someone came upon me laying behind the lounge, tear-stained face and clenched-shut eyes.'

It's a game, Princess, and I won.'


If time was changed, rearranged, we could make our lives better. We would change the times that made us miserable, never allow people to forget who we are, or were, and there would be no need for this fear. There certainly would be no need of this other thing.