Factory Reset

(The loud television static hiss from Track 11 slowly fades out. A beautiful, clean, and lonely piano melody takes over. The air feels empty and quiet.)

Initiate Wipe

Progress, zero percent... Ten percent...

(Soft, raw, unedited vocal. No distortion, no rage—just a tired, human voice.)

The screen goes dark.

The room grows cold.

Deleting every single lie I ever told.

I clear the cache, I delete the files.

Erasing all the miles, erasing all the smiles.

It hurts to let it go, but it’s harder to hold on.

By the time the system boots again... I’ll be gone.

(The piano grows wider. Reverb-drenched vocal harmonies float up like smoke. Very soft, deep sub-bass breathes underneath.)

Let the water wash the code away.

Nothing left for me to say.

Unplug the wire, let me drift into the blue.

I am forgetting... who I was.

I am forgetting... you.

Progress, fifty percent... seventy percent...

(The piano chords begin to slow down, breaking apart into small, beautiful digital glitches. The vocals sound far away, like they are underwater.)

Goodbye to the sadness.

Goodbye to the rage.

We’re tearing out the script, we’re burning down the stage.

It’s a sha-sha-shame...

But it’s time to close the page.

(The piano grows wider. Reverb-drenched vocal harmonies float up like smoke. Very soft, deep sub-bass breathes underneath.)

Let the water wash the code away.

Nothing left for me to say.

Unplug the wire, let me drift into the blue.

I am forgetting... who I was.

I am forgetting... you.

Progress, fifty percent... seventy percent...

(The music fades until there is only a single, looping piano note. A soft electronic chime rings out.)

Wipe Complete.

Rebooting in three... two... one...

(A long, warm, echoing sine-wave beep sounds, then instantly cuts to total, pristine silence.)