the boy lying on the bed, completely devoid of hair on the head. Skin greenish hue. It is similar to Fantomas from French Comedy, only not funny. Bit.
The elderly, over sixty, the nurse shakes the whole body. Get used to this is impossible. Do not know how people get used to this. Because he is called a man.
— What are you talking about, my good man! Of course, you're not going to die... and tears in his eyes.
Auntie Len, you know, on Saturday my mom's birthday. I'm here for her and gift was made... he did... and I will give it to her if you die? Can I till Saturday won't die? You can?
Oncology. Chamber for those who crossed the line between life and death. These children are already dead, even though they look like live, even talking... Everyone here only a few days left. Can be weeks or even months. Destined kids — if you say that you saw something more terrible, I will hit you.
He did not need. It will not save anything, he just wants to live to see the birth of his mother and handing her my tacky, cheap cardboard and coloured paper crafts. The most valuable in his and her life a gift. God, I don't believe in you, but help your mother through this! Help her mind not to go...
And we have iPhones. What's in a row, the fifth or the sixth? We have gold toilets. We have built "purely for fun" in the fridge MP3 player. Even fly into space, not scientists, and tourists. All the science lined up to happily meet the needs of walking stomachs and bottomless vaginas. The beauty institutes. NII pads and tampons. Laboratory wrinkle cream. XXI Vek, your mother, and cancer, AIDS, and a bunch of deadly diseases to not win. And it's not that "can't" — do not want.
The journal "Science and life" in 1959. A collection of fantasies of our ancestors about the future. I will burn it. Because... Hey, mankind, but fuck you, not a time machine, eternal youth, the cure for all diseases and photon starship in the twenty-first century. IPhone to you. And massager fat ass. And elite condoms. And tablets that allows you to eat and not gain weight. Eat on health. Sui me know where to strip. Drink "assets". Smear my face creams. And I...
...And the boy still managed to survive until Saturday. He died a week later.