The sick man hissed as the light of the sun hit his eyes through his lids. He wanted to shift, but the wires attached to his body were preventing him from doing so. He laid uncomfortably, waiting for the arrival of his wife.

Lev called out for her, but no sound of his voice came out. He paused, glancing at the machine that was attached to his head with a long wire. He couldn't even talk normally, depending fully upon the machine that translated his impulses into words he couldn't say. Even his fingers couldn't move a bit, some of them had decayed. He was like a corpse attaching to machines to keep living. A tear rolled down his eye as he saw his wife entering the lab.