suddenly, the corpse's fingers jumped,
a jolt of voltage coursing through the sleeping nerves inside.
like a factory but without the sudden churning of motors as the workday began,
the corpse returned to life.
its concave chest rose nearly as sickeningly as it had sunken when the lungs within stopped their shift fifty years ago
and the heart
The heart
The heart began to beat.
*
"One-hundred ten over sixty," proclaimed a voice a few steps further away than Gina could reach from her place within the pod.
She had returned from a world without sound, a silence without consciousness, a trial period of death. Her mind hadn't quite made it to that darkness yet (and perhaps never would), though her narrator surely ponders such things from time to time.
"Two-point-eight pints blood, Type A-positive." The voice wasn't an ally, persay, but it was a familiar one so that couldn't be all bad. So she opened her eyes.
To an empty room.
*
a jolt of voltage coursing through the sleeping nerves inside.
like a factory but without the sudden churning of motors as the workday began,
the corpse returned to life.
its concave chest rose nearly as sickeningly as it had sunken when the lungs within stopped their shift fifty years ago
and the heart
The heart
The heart began to beat.
*
"One-hundred ten over sixty," proclaimed a voice a few steps further away than Gina could reach from her place within the pod.
She had returned from a world without sound, a silence without consciousness, a trial period of death. Her mind hadn't quite made it to that darkness yet (and perhaps never would), though her narrator surely ponders such things from time to time.
"Two-point-eight pints blood, Type A-positive." The voice wasn't an ally, persay, but it was a familiar one so that couldn't be all bad. So she opened her eyes.
To an empty room.
*
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