Richard lay on the bed, his chest and stomach ripped open.
Wires whipped around in the hollowed out cavity that had once been his torso. The
bed was soaked in blood and dark bits of his insides that had splattered out.
His face, though. His face was what really horrified me. His
eyes were open, his mouth slack, but still, somehow, he was smiling. He lay
there, a literal shell of a human being, and he was smiling.
My scream finally caught in my throat, and I stumbled away
from the bed, my back crashing into the wall.
“What did you do?” I looked at Bea.
Bea stood in the doorway, her hand to her mouth. She was
making a ‘tsk tsk’ sound. “Ever since the upgrade he’s just been lying there
like a total log. I don’t think it took. Do you? I mean, I know he’s old, but
we both are, and I took mine just fine.”
“Upgrade?” I inched farther away from her.
“Of course, Loni!” She laughed, turning her full attention to
me. “Oh… you haven’t gone through installation yet. My dear, it isn’t that bad.
I promise you. Mine went just fine.” She pulled away her sweater, exposing her
white, wrinkled chest to me.
Her breasts hung low, and her nipples looked as if they had
rotted off. Purple veins seemed to spark
and glow along them, the rest of the flesh was an unhealthy greyish green. The
veins led towards the center of her chest, towards the small device that had
broken through her skin. Tiny hooks of metal and wires burrowed their way into
her flesh.
It was her pace maker.
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