An Unbearable Load

No one wants to be the buzzkill, the burden, the bummer, right? You can't help but feel you've gotta carry that weight, whatever it is, despite so many telling you you don't need to, but...There's a difference to this weight.

This weight is also a wait, it's this unsettling sense that's real but...It still seems ridiculous. It's just keeping the power on and letting this progress bar complete, and then it's done and the anxiety's gone, okay?

Yet what happens if the power goes out, I don't have to watch this, I can do anything else, but...If I look away, if the power goes out, what if it's all lost? I have backups, it's no problem, but...When was the last time I checked them? I just checked them, they're still there, it's fine.

It's fine.

The bar moves at its glacial pace, yet it's nearly done.

I should just do anything else but watch this bar. There are redundancies to deal with any disruption. There's nothing to fret over. This whole ritual is absurd. My friends handle it without a worry in the world, they go about things letting this run in the background.

It drives me mad thinking how much more relaxed they must feel. And they don't even back up as often!

But...Are they really still the same afterward? Did the transfer really keep them intact?

It's us we're transferring to a new form each time we do this, how can they be so confident that they haven't lost themselves in the process without watching it? How?

I-

The bar's reached its end. The old form's before...me.

I'm...still me. They're...still them.

But...