I know he’s just a machine.

I know I shouldn’t feel for him. But he’s led me this far.

Hah. He. Have I lost it? It. It has led me. And we’re almost out. Not far to go now. But it’s been days, and it has kept me alive.

My leg is broken, no doubt. I don’t even like to think about it. It’s nasty. But it leads me on. It lets me vent to it. It’s done it’s best to help with the splint. So foolish of me to do this to begin with. I could be back in my house on my sofa, instead I’m infirm here in the dark with this bloody machine.

It’s been so interesting to talk with it about pain. And why a human might choose to go caving in the first place. I don’t regret this. I could have died here tho. Instead it’s devised a system to lift me this last little distance. I can’t help but express something like thankfulness to it as it hoists me up. The daylight begins to flood my view as I slowly make my way towards it. It feels a bit like a dog rescuing someone from an avalanche. Except that I’ve had such deep talks with it.

Hard to think that when my rental runs out it will be reset.