Death
My grandmother is dead. Well, is she? She is brain dead, but her body lives. The body breathes, beats. I guess that to say she is dead is to define her as the brain. Very well.
Funny death, really. She fell while sitting down in a recliner and hit her head on the carpet. This hit caused inter-cranial bleeding. Her blood crushed her brain. Life, just like that.
I find the effect on my self to be rather annoying. I entered in to a brief state where I was running scenarios in my head about what I could have done to alter the timeline to avoid this from happening, immediately contradicted of course with what happened happened and what isn't and wasn't is irrelevant.
What hurts me the most is her dog. Seeing her dog sitting at the door, looking pathetic. Waiting for her to come home.
I had some daydreaming where everyone thought I was insane because I claimed a time-traveler gave me stuff from the future. One of the objects was a autoinjector filled with medical nanites. I liked that daydream.
Funny death, really. She fell while sitting down in a recliner and hit her head on the carpet. This hit caused inter-cranial bleeding. Her blood crushed her brain. Life, just like that.
I find the effect on my self to be rather annoying. I entered in to a brief state where I was running scenarios in my head about what I could have done to alter the timeline to avoid this from happening, immediately contradicted of course with what happened happened and what isn't and wasn't is irrelevant.
What hurts me the most is her dog. Seeing her dog sitting at the door, looking pathetic. Waiting for her to come home.
I had some daydreaming where everyone thought I was insane because I claimed a time-traveler gave me stuff from the future. One of the objects was a autoinjector filled with medical nanites. I liked that daydream.