Patient comfort. Reduce stress. Hum a lullaby.
"Please," Elias whispered, his breath pluming in the cold. "My leg... I can't walk." gent-081
Elias woke up three days later in a clean bed. The first thing he asked for was the machine. Patient comfort
Its chassis, a dull gunmetal grey streaked with rust, stood motionless near the shattered window. Its optical sensor, a single cyclopean lens the color of dying amber, tracked the man huddled in the corner. " Elias whispered