An Old Man Dies Too Soon
A new intern.
nervy, jumpy, eager.
Old guy in bed
terminal ticket to wherever.
Older Doctor enters cubicle
looks at chart, vital signs, latest comments.
sighs.
Dying man opens his eyes,
points a weak hand, finger extended
to whatever. Speaks.
"Google me"
The medics exchange confused glances.
Patient falls back onto pillow
death already rattling.
Last words are weak, but clear.
"Oh, I forgot, Google sucks."
It's a puzzle put down to deathbed dementia.
The year is 1990,
seven years before the launch
of a monstrous mind manipulator.
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