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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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