gone like tears in rain

It looks to be around 6 PM. The sky's got a grey tint to it. I can't tell where i am. Its raining heavily. It's cold. I'm on my knees, rain dripping off my face, holding the remains of what use to be a cyber human. She appears to be badly damaged. I can see inside her crumbled body. Human because she's telling me things that only a soul can say. and in response i say, ".....".

I hate dreams