My Life Expectancy

“So in a way, it’s no different from having a terminal illness. It’s not like I’ve been diagnosed with an incurable disease, but just looking at Tech/Nano’s Care Implant Examination Results shows exactly what my Life Expectancy is. And I can assure you, the results weren’t much different from my expectations.”

“It really seems like you should cut back on your work.”

“Everyone says that. Except for my damn Family who doesn’t give a SHIT about my health. I can’t. It’s an important time right now. If I Miss this, I’ll end up with nothing. Even if I end up blowing five whole years of my lifespan due to overwork, it’s worth it.”

The Ajje Customer - Bing - said as he rolled the ice around in his glass.

“Honestly, dying isn’t that scary. Not because I believe in a religion, and not because I’m a subject of the “Brain Ideology Backup Project for Post-Mortem Consciousness Transfer” targeting the Upper Class/High-ranking Officials that floats around as an Urban Legend.”

“Uh, wait a minute. Does a Project like that actually exist?”

“That’s classified. You’ll get hurt if you know. Anyway, my point is, my death isn’t a big deal. In a city where dozens of people die off like fruit flies every single day, why would I make a fuss about how special of a human I am?”

“Well. Don’t they say that everyone is special in their own different ways?”

“Who the Hell said such dogshit?”

“Uh… well. I think I saw it in a Self-help Book.”...