Transitioning: Ida and Harold
<p>As Ida traced the familiar path to her impending appointment, the weight of decades pressed on her, making each step a quiet testament to years of toil.</p>
<p>“What would it mean to never feel this ache again?” she mused, her gaze lifting to a butterfly weaving patterns in the air.</p>
<p>“Is this what awaits me? A metamorphosis of my own?”</p>
<p>Silent electric cars whispered by, a stark contrast to the once-vibrant, sound-filled streets of her youth. Ever since the breakthrough allowing human consciousness to live on in virtual realms, the tangible world felt increasingly abandoned.</p>
<p>She watched as the butterfly, in its delicate ballet, found a partner. “You’re fortunate, tiny dancer. Your resurgence is a testament to our migration into the digital realm.”</p>
<p>Dread and hope tangled within Ida as she approached Dr. Shelton’s clinic. He was famed for guiding souls like her, those wrestling with the idea of a digital afterlife. Despite having a life filled with love and adventures, Ida struggled with the thought of joy in a realm devoid of anything real.</p>
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