That one day came

That one day came. In the manless hospital, the bed emitted sonic signals, tracing his life-flow, sprouting numbers that sang his sad song of health. Humanoid nurses inserted the cannula with unhuman precision. The blueberry drip danced along his veins bargaining for more time. “It is time.” His bed declared.

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