'Vacant' by thatguy-ovurthurrson

that blank and vacant expression on their faces never ceases to creep me out. watching the monitors of the cryovaults is certainly not a job for the faint hearted. a deep and pervasive chill surrounds you at all times, and a pervect void of silence vacant of any faint hum, of any footsteps to break the silence. sitting here in the cold darkness, lit only by the viewing screens, i watch an endless parade of unseeing eyes travel across the screen i suddenly sense a voice. not heard, sensed. deep in my mind it speaks to me. it asks why i am doing this. i give the same reply that i have told it every night. i am here to forget. it askes me what i want to forget. i say i want to forget the vacant eyes of my on.
how do you think to do that here, surrounded with the same expression?

i plan to drive it from my mind by making it an every day sight.

why not just end it?

because i am weak. because my flesh wishes to hold my soul here.

i can end it for you.

how?

i am them.

this is different from our usual routine. this is strange.

you are who?

i am the sleeping.

how can you end it?

go to sleep. go to sleep, and i will take you to the vacant void.

strange. i am already on the floor. and- wait. why can i see myself from here? why can-

i can take you with me.

a figure stands before me. dressed in a robe of all the colours and none of them. it reaches towrds me. i place my hand in its palm and