The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.

Now I’m just standing here on the conveyor. Along for the ride. I reach the end, turn around, and go back the other way. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy. After a few hours of this, I notice a female on the opposite conveyor. She doesn’t lurch or groan like most of us. Her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her. That she doesn’t lurch or groan. I catch her eye and stare at her.

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.

Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.

It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.

Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.

Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong.