I sit in my room staring at the tv screen as images flicker across it. A idiotic way to pass time, but what else can one do when they cannot even think anymore. Not a single thought going through my head—not even if I wanted one to

there’s a knock on my door, by the gods, I don’t want any visitors it’s almost impossible to hold a conversation with one

I walk over to the door, yanking it open

“Who’re are you, and what could you possibly want”

WELLSEEKER: High blood pressure, correct it?

In order to give it commands I’d have to think—a simple action I don’t have the luxury of doing anymore