I stood there, holding the gash in my arm as I looked through the room full of dead bodies, empty cases of medical equipment, broken technology, and a broken computer that just spouted gibberish after anything set off the microphone built into the case.
(t'nod nestil ot mih) the computer read across what seemed to be a blank command screen.
"I tried!" I yelled into the the door, now blocked by something from the outside. Everything was going well, I could have done it! I could have.
"I tried to save them! I wanted them to live!" The computer typed out some more random letters
(eh dellik meht)
"Oh, it was my job! my oath! I was the healer, I was the one who saved the sick and mended the broken! just a bit more and I know I could have saved them! all of them! But now, I can't even fix my own bleeding arm, all because one person thought that these people shouldn't know true life."
(seh eht ylno kcis eno)
"Damn that computer! of all the healing technology in this room that one computer had to be the only thing not utterly destroyed?!"
I sat in the chair set in front of the single computer, already feeling light headed. Was this how I died? from a simple wound?
I knocked most of the things from the table, leaving the computer. I took a mug that I had shoved onto the ground and chucked it into the door. I fashioned a bandage, but there was more than one wound in my arm and I couldn't stop all of them. The computer put in more lines of what seemed like computer code.
( redaer, t'nod leef yrros rof siht nam, eh dellik lla fo eht elpoep ni taht moor, neve flemih. eh detnaw rewop dna lortnoc revo esoht elpeop. eh sdeen ot eid )
I looked down at a bloody scalpel on the ground and fell as I tried to get up. As I was reminded of how my last patient had turned on me. I could have saved him, if he hadn't stabbed me and run out of the building. I bet he did this, he needed to make sure he was 'safe' from me. a 'monster'. I work with dead bodies and sick people, how can I be good? How can someone who cuts others open be good? they don't get it. they need to know I was only fixing them. their heads, their mind...
I heard a knock from the outside, But I knew It was too late, even if they knew I was in here it'd take hours for them to get in this room. As my vision faded I saw the computer enter in one last line.
(ecitsuj)
(t'nod nestil ot mih) the computer read across what seemed to be a blank command screen.
"I tried!" I yelled into the the door, now blocked by something from the outside. Everything was going well, I could have done it! I could have.
"I tried to save them! I wanted them to live!" The computer typed out some more random letters
(eh dellik meht)
"Oh, it was my job! my oath! I was the healer, I was the one who saved the sick and mended the broken! just a bit more and I know I could have saved them! all of them! But now, I can't even fix my own bleeding arm, all because one person thought that these people shouldn't know true life."
(seh eht ylno kcis eno)
"Damn that computer! of all the healing technology in this room that one computer had to be the only thing not utterly destroyed?!"
I sat in the chair set in front of the single computer, already feeling light headed. Was this how I died? from a simple wound?
I knocked most of the things from the table, leaving the computer. I took a mug that I had shoved onto the ground and chucked it into the door. I fashioned a bandage, but there was more than one wound in my arm and I couldn't stop all of them. The computer put in more lines of what seemed like computer code.
( redaer, t'nod leef yrros rof siht nam, eh dellik lla fo eht elpoep ni taht moor, neve flemih. eh detnaw rewop dna lortnoc revo esoht elpeop. eh sdeen ot eid )
I looked down at a bloody scalpel on the ground and fell as I tried to get up. As I was reminded of how my last patient had turned on me. I could have saved him, if he hadn't stabbed me and run out of the building. I bet he did this, he needed to make sure he was 'safe' from me. a 'monster'. I work with dead bodies and sick people, how can I be good? How can someone who cuts others open be good? they don't get it. they need to know I was only fixing them. their heads, their mind...
I heard a knock from the outside, But I knew It was too late, even if they knew I was in here it'd take hours for them to get in this room. As my vision faded I saw the computer enter in one last line.
(ecitsuj)