Beep …. Beep …..… Beep …………. Beep…..
"We're losing her!"
"Flick the switch!"
"I did, her lungs aren't responding!"
Daddy?
"Impossible!"
"The mechanical heart is pumping but she's not breathing!"
Beep ……..…. Beep ……..…..… Beep …………..……. Beep……………..
"Get the respirator in here!"
Daddy?
"She's not responding. Brainwaves are diminishing."
Daddy? ……….Why?
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….
"That's it, call it. BTS 157 terminated as of 15:35."
"Hey, what are you doing to that poor girl's grave!"
The groundskeeper was protective of this little graveyard, keeping the grass neatly cut and the flowers fresh. For all the rest of the world knew the graves could all hold some family of his for how possessive he was of the land.
"There was an investigation into her death, foul play was suspected when the case was reopened."
"And?"
"It was an accident, plain and simple. Same as her mother."
"Damn. Poor thing."
"At least she's with her mother."
A man in a plain suit with a diminishing hair line stared at the two graves. One held his wife, and the other his daughter, the later with no day of death, only the epitaph 'if love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.'
He turned and walked back down the path to the waiting car, letting the workers finish filling in the grave.
There was a new breakthrough on NBE-1 he wanted to oversee.