Cool dream. The sentient tablet of Theseus
I was drawing in my wacom tablet when something started malfunctioning. I began to stress, thinking of how my tablet is getting old. Then my tablet talked to me. It said something like "Yes, I'm getting old. You should send me to a shop to repair me." That was really distressing for me. "But I can't do that!" I said. "If I do, they will replace some of your parts. I will lose you, because all what made you YOU won't be there anymore!". My tablet had a decided tone on its voice (or mind voice, I don't really know). "I know, but it's better that way. Do you thing I'd rather end like that?" My tablet didn't point at anything since it didn't have any ability to point, but my attention went exactly where it wanted me to. Another wacom tablet, my old one. The same model but covered in dust since it's USB port doesn't work, making it unusable. It was dusty and unresponsive. Dead perhaps. I directed my attention again to my talking tablet, sadness washing over me. "But I don't want to loose you! I don't even think you can be repaired... things these days are not built that way!" But there was no changing her mind "YOU HAVE TO TRY!"
And then I woke up
I think watching Severance S02E01 has affected me lol. Now I look at my tablet slightly different. What a fanfic!