by Tom Ball


Computers could do it better but if it was flawed we knew it was human, or so we thought.

The auto doctor told me I needed a new heart so I booked an appointment for the next day. 

The next day at the auto doctor the machines had already grown me a new heart and it was a simple operation.  I had eternal youth, but all the strain on my heart of these bad dreams required me to get a new heart. Of course you could replace all your organs including your skin on a regular basis, if you wanted.

But I didn’t feel the same as before and figured my new heart manufactured poisons for my body. I felt worse and worse. I was a victim of a conspiracy…

Psycho-analysis: You are paranoid and need to take medicine from the auto doctor (the auto doctor would only prescribe me with tranquilizers, so there was no point).

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