Xentalion

 What are we, but flesh bonded to machine? I look at you lying there, eyes closed. Your lips slightly parted as you exhale, your lungs rattling, wheezing. I clench my fist and look back at the drawing board. It's missing too many parts. It can't be. It is. Look. The battery, the power source. How will her lungs work if they lack this? Look. You have no way of connecting the lung to her heart. What good would the lungs disconnected. But we can't afford these... I sigh and smash my fist against the desk. "Wha?" you ask, looking up, wheezing slightly. What are we, but machine bonded to flesh? I try to smile at you, try to t