a robot tries to guess what i want to call it and they get it for sure wrong (though love extends even to robots)

“it’s just a droplet of
water, probably
sweat, on the camera
lens, that makes that
prismatic sprite of light
appear. it
isn’t some
spirit. it isn’t any
god.”

“oh? what
then is this
water?
from where, what,
is this light?”