Beer is my good friend Though never depend How I wish I could For I know I would Forever drink beer A life without fear. I drink to Bastille I drink till I kneel I stumble and fall When I kick the ball Blood with alcohol Just hope I don’t brawl. Nervous system slow Slurring ...
Eve opened her eyes. Could it be? Is she alive? Or is this the afterlife? She tried to raise her head but couldn't – for the bulky neural cap would not budge. She moved her fingers and wiggled her toes. She couldn't believe it. She was alive!
“Eve?” said a human doctor.
Doctors surrounded her. The room was white and sterile. Just next to her, laid an old woman. It was her – her original self. The old woman was one of the oldest people in the world. She laid there sleeping. She would not wake again.