What? I'm still alive somehow... But why? The that I got when I was five years old said that I was supposed to die on August 30th, 1954. That was 22 years ago... I'm 27 years old now. That's crazy though. I remember the doctor's exact words, "Joe YOU WILL DIE 22 years from now... There is no exception, you shouldn't live a day longer or die a day earlier." I remember the fear that struck my heart when I heard those words as layed down in the cold, gray chunk of metal like it was yesterday... I could hear all of it's clicks' and clanks' as it analyzed every part of my body.
I was so nervous at that time as I awaited the exact prediction of my death. It was so cold in that machine, shivers went down my spine, and I felt as if I'd be stuck in that machine forever. I broke into a cold sweat and the chills in my back intensified. My head started to throb and my vision got blurry, I felt so claustrophobic in that cold piece of metal. I felt like the life was being sucked right out of me. I began to feel as if my demise was coming a little soner than the steel capsule could predict. I felt as if I was dying...
The large mechanical doors of the metal deathtrap began to open and a bright stream of white light began to beam through. I took a deep sigh as I heard the doctor's calm voice comfort me as I exited the machine. "Wow son, you look like you just left the sona", he chuckled as he closed the doors of the capsule. The machine was connected to what appeared to be some sort of fancy, hi-tech, and futuristic typewriter. I had never seen anything like it. It spat out several sheets of paper with a lot of information. The doctor slowly walked over to the typewriter, grabbed the papers and studied them for a moment. He looked up at me with a puzzled expression. In a very calm, resonating voice he said, "Joe, this is a little confusing to me... but the tests say that you are going to make it to 27 before you die." My eyes widened with fear, "What?!" The doctor replied, "Something doesn't sound right, maybe we should run these tests over... something must be wrong with the prediction capsule."
I sat down in the chair next to capsule, "That doesn't even sound right, I don't have any sort of sickness that could lead to this", I whimpered. "Well son, we can run another test if you want", the doctor replied. I quickly retorted, "NEVER AGAIN...couldn't you just let me find out the natural way?" He replied, " Hmm... that's not a bad idea but either way I still have to give you this tattoo because it's my job. But okay! It's a deal!"
I was so nervous at that time as I awaited the exact prediction of my death. It was so cold in that machine, shivers went down my spine, and I felt as if I'd be stuck in that machine forever. I broke into a cold sweat and the chills in my back intensified. My head started to throb and my vision got blurry, I felt so claustrophobic in that cold piece of metal. I felt like the life was being sucked right out of me. I began to feel as if my demise was coming a little soner than the steel capsule could predict. I felt as if I was dying...
The large mechanical doors of the metal deathtrap began to open and a bright stream of white light began to beam through. I took a deep sigh as I heard the doctor's calm voice comfort me as I exited the machine. "Wow son, you look like you just left the sona", he chuckled as he closed the doors of the capsule. The machine was connected to what appeared to be some sort of fancy, hi-tech, and futuristic typewriter. I had never seen anything like it. It spat out several sheets of paper with a lot of information. The doctor slowly walked over to the typewriter, grabbed the papers and studied them for a moment. He looked up at me with a puzzled expression. In a very calm, resonating voice he said, "Joe, this is a little confusing to me... but the tests say that you are going to make it to 27 before you die." My eyes widened with fear, "What?!" The doctor replied, "Something doesn't sound right, maybe we should run these tests over... something must be wrong with the prediction capsule."
I sat down in the chair next to capsule, "That doesn't even sound right, I don't have any sort of sickness that could lead to this", I whimpered. "Well son, we can run another test if you want", the doctor replied. I quickly retorted, "NEVER AGAIN...couldn't you just let me find out the natural way?" He replied, " Hmm... that's not a bad idea but either way I still have to give you this tattoo because it's my job. But okay! It's a deal!"
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