A Warm Corpse

11

My body is aging at an uncontrollable speed.

A researcher proposed to inject mercury into me to keep my body.

This plan was rejected by Manuel.

The reason was simple. I was still alive.

I was alive in the form of a corpse.

They had meetings every day, and sometimes their voices were loud as if they were quarreling.

I was getting more and more sleepy, and I wanted to sleep longer and longer.

"I have lived for three thousand years, and it's time to leave."

I said to Manuel, "Don't waste your time on the meeting with them. Can't you just accompany me? There is a saying in modern times called 'care before death'. What's wrong with you? Do you think that I, a corpse, don't deserve care?"

Manuel didn't like to hear what I said. "Since you have lived for three thousand years, you can definitely live for another three thousand years. Don't talk nonsense like that in the future."

However, we both knew that this probability was very slim.