You Can't Make A Mechanical Heart Now

Epilogue

I could see myself hanging by the white thread of life that connected us to reality. At the bottom of me was an endless pit of nothingness, a place where you go when someone has lived long enough and was ready to pass. They slip from their threads and fall into the dark pit of nothingness, going where no one knows. I was at the very end of my string. Above me I could see the people who were still living, their legs dangling as their right hands hold onto the string that connected them to reality, connected them to the real world, life. Why wasn't I slipping yet? Why wasn't I falling into that endless abyss? Have I not died yet? Did Cat come in time and hook me up to a life support?

I could see with only my right eye. My left arm was gone, my right leg was gone. That meant they replaced it with mechanical parts. My eyes widened in realization. If I wasn't slipping from the thread of life, if mu hand was still grasping onto the life I've lived without a life, that means there was a good chance that I would still be able to live the same life without a life, but with mechanical parts. No. That couldn't happen! I have to let go of the string! I have to let go of reality and accept the fact that I'm at my stop, the edge of a cliff, the ending to my story! But why was I holding back? Of course. It hit me like a ton of bricks smashing onto me.

My children.

My hand tightened on the string as it pulled me up slightly, urging me to go back to the real world, go back to the life I've been living without a life. Agatha, Sebastian, and Annika were waiting for me to wake up, waiting for me to finally see them. But what if that was just my maternal instinct to wake up just to go back, hoping that I'd get to meet my children again one day. Of course it was my maternal instinct. It couldn't be that they were waiting on me. They've already forgotten me. I have to believe that. It was true. Why else would they have never bothered searching me. If I live again to have a brush with death just to have false hope, I might just want to kill myself. Of course, they'll replace it mechanical parts.

If I shot myself anywhere on my body, they'll replace it with mechanical parts. Even if I shot my head they would still replace it. But there was one place in the body where they can never replace with a mechanical part. They were still trying to discover it.

They can't replace the heart.

Yes, there are artificial hearts being sold by doctors and hospitals, but they were just temporary and sooner or later I would die within months time. They can't replace a human heart. It's funny. Even if I did damage my heart, it's not like anyone would care, no one would buy those artificial hearts for me just to survive even for a while. Heh... I could feel my hand slipping, losing its grasp on the thread. If I fall now that means my heart stops. They won't ever be able to replace a human heart. My hand seems slippery, my heart is beating quick. You would usually feel scared of falling into somewhere you don't know where you're going, but not me. I didn't feel scared. I felt happy. Tears suddenly fall from my face, and before I knew it...

I started to fall.

The light of the thread didn't seem so bright anymore. It turned to dark ash and fell with me as I fell deeper into this pit of nothingness. The numerous souls of the people still living, hanging and holding onto their threads, seemed smaller and farther away from me now. And suddenly all I could see was darkness before feeling nothing, before knowing nothing.

You can't make a mechanical heart now...

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

"No no no no no no no! Alec, my love, please! Stay with me! Please! Don't go! Don't leave me! I'm sorry!"

Annika didn't get what she wanted. Neither Agatha nor Sebastian nor their father did. Instead, they got a mother, a wife, a best friend who died on New Year.

Every year technology is advancing.

It's funny.