Bob
September 2232
Delta Eridani
Archides went into another coughing jag. Buster patted him on the back, looking worried. I grabbed the water skin and held it out. Eventually, Archides got the coughing under control and took the skin from .
I turned away to give him so privacy and looked out at the rain falling gently in the village. The pergola—really, a tent with a fra and walls that could be tied open—kept us comfortably dry. I smiled to myself. Technology continued to advance in Calot, and people’s lives continued to improve. It was a good legacy to leave behind.
Archides’ coughing fits had been coming more often lately, and I was getting very concerned. Talking about epherals and funerals in the abstract was one thing; now, soone I’d known and loved for fifty years could be in his final days. Plans ran through my mind—sneaking a drone in and doing a SUDDAR scan; synthesizing dicine or even anesthetics. It was all wish fulfillnt, of course. There was no operation to cure old age, even if I’d had the required skills.
It forced to think about my future here, though. I’d been part of the tribe for almost twenty years now, and I had lots of friends beside Archides. I could continue to live here, occasionally modifying the android to simulate aging. Hell, I could even co back as soone else in a few years. The question was whether I wanted to do so. Was there a point? Or should I just go with my original plan and fade away?
I sat down close to Archides, and he smiled weakly at . “I may be joining Diana soon, Bawbe.”
“Hey, ixnay on the awbe-bay.” I wasn’t sure how the translation routine would handle Pig Latin, but Archides chuckled.
“Sorry, Robert.” He paused to breathe for a few monts. Even that seed to be more effort. “It’s been great having you around for all these years. It’s been a most interesting, and a very good life. But I think I’m done.”
I put my hand on his arm. “Hang in there, buddy. There’s so much more to see.”
Belinda ca over with a wooden bowl filled with stew. We made sure Archides was sitting comfortably and she placed it before him. Archides ate slowly, thodically, more as a chore that needed to be done than out of any sense of enjoynt. At that mont, I truly realized that he was just waiting to die. An overwhelming wave of sadness almost incapacitated . I had to take deep breaths to keep from having a panic attack. Which, when I thought about it, was pretty silly. Computer, rember?
But however I parsed it, my friend was dying.
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