'Roids | A 100 Word Story

#188 Four of Quills

“How long will he be asleep?”

“Just two years, two months and two days,” the nurse said, emotionless. They were all that way here. I hate ‘Roids, but it was my father’s request. He didn’t want to die.

They promise an eternal life. More like an eternal death. What will he do once I’m gone? I squeeze his hand one last time before he wakes up one of them.

They say he won’t even notice the changes. 20% is all they have been allowed to do to us. Give it time. We’ll all be 100%. Forgetting how we got here.