Chapter 32:

Sunday, 5/19/2216, Part 2

Help! I'm Addicted to Cyber Drugs in a Dystopian City


“Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Seitaro said as he stood over the lifeless body.

“Time of death?” K asked Ami

“His brainwaves ceased at 6:57pm.” It said, stone faced, monotone. “After his suspension went through, he asphyxiated on his own vomit.”

“Hmmmm. Ok. Terminate yourself.”

“Very well” Ami said, dematerializing as its program deleted itself from the house.

“This is your fault!” Seitaro yelled at K. “You put him on all that shit and then he had the blockers and and the suspension, he couldn’t handle the suspension.”

“Be that as it may” said K, as monotone as Ami had been, “Everything worked out according to plan.”

“You, fuck, uggghhhh”

K walked over and touched his augment lightly. He immediately calmed down.

“Ok,” he said taking deep breaths. “Let's get out of here. The missiles will hit soon.”

‘And the body of Kriss Blain lay there until they did,’ is how his memoir would end, but no one would ever write it.