The Robot Surgeon

The Robot Surgeon

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"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, I know I'm suppose to say something like that's a small step for man, one giant leap for mankind." I chuckle. "Instead I'll talk about the reason I invented these AI. Twenty two years back, the last words I heard my wife say was 'it's fine Walter there's an eight nine percent chance that this surgery will succeed.' With that she left to the surgery room, it was just a simple tumor to be removed, it was beside her left lung. One minor mistake done by one of the surgeons, he sent a scalpel right through her beating heart and sent her soul right out her body. With these AI that I've invented, no minor mistakes can be done."
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Blood! So much blood! Too much blood! Too much! And in my heart of hearts I knew: there was no way for him to come back from this. Bud I didn't want to acknowledge it. Not yet. Just a few moments ago I had been sitting at the computer working on some book, with the soft sound of a YouTube video in the background. Everything had been so peaceful. Hopeful, even. But not anymore. A sudden thunder booming through our living room announced the unreversible end of the summer. And that of a precious life. My husband's. But still there is hope and life. Somewhere. Somehow.

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