second dissection. voice.

[corpsedoctor]

Where is the morgue?

Or what is being used as the morgue?

Comments

[the_infiltrator]

Thank you. That's very helpful.

But I'm sure you won't die for many years.

[corpsedoctor]

I agree. The benefits that could be gathered outweigh any desire to hold my body ransom due to sentimentality.

I am uncertain of this fact, and cannot say at what time I will die, but I would like at the very least it to be after someone else's. [ Read: His father's. ]

[the_infiltrator]

What is this other person like?

[corpsedoctor]

Difficult to say. We're not very close.

[the_infiltrator]

Then why do you want them to die?

[corpsedoctor]

I don't wish for it, but I also know it is inevitable.

[the_infiltrator]

Yes. All death is inevitable.

[corpsedoctor]

And since it is one, I would like only for mine to come after someone else's.

[the_infiltrator]

That's a kind sentiment. It spares them the grief. And it allows you to know how they turn out.

[corpsedoctor]

Do I seem so altruistic?

[the_infiltrator]

I don't know yet. But you seem to care about him.

[corpsedoctor]

The irrationality that is bred into all people regardless of distant felt, I suppose.

[the_infiltrator]

It is irrational.

[She's so glad you think so, too.]

There were ancient cultures that thought love was a sickness.

[corpsedoctor]

I can understand the reason as to why.

[the_infiltrator]

It's a riddle, too. How do you cure love?

[corpsedoctor]

Simple.

Remove the heart.

[the_infiltrator]

That's a very smart answer.

[corpsedoctor]

Of course.

So long as the heart beats metaphorically... love cannot be cured. And perhaps, it shouldn't.

[the_infiltrator]

[Brow furrow.]

It shouldn't?

[corpsedoctor]

Without heart, a person becomes lifeless, soulless.

[the_infiltrator]

[The poor android is not sure if they're still being literal or metaphorical...]

Soulless. How do you know if you have a soul?

[corpsedoctor]

Because I can still feel something towards events and thing.