The electrodes forgotten in the chest don’t feel like anything. The arrhythmia attack is over and the occupant is completely alone. The occupant’s body has isolated them from the rest of the world. The vampire tries to look them in the eye, but it doesn’t work. "This has almost nothing to do with blood, so please leave. You can ask an android to come here, a much stronger metaphor."

The occupant wakes up feeling heavy, as if their unreliable body just wants to lie down, sink deeper into the dip. Not a short-circuited machine, but a granite statue, a tired form.