OHW
Mors tua vita mea
Original artwork by the author. Initially generated with Grok and later processed digitally (ink-style rendering and vector conversion)
— Hey, how are you? How are the tests going?
— Not great, unfortunately. I need a transplant. I don’t have a choice.
— Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. But cheer up! With the OHW protocol, transplants are safe and accessible for everyone! You only need 300 good citizenship credits! The organic farms have been in full production for a while now — it won’t be a problem to get cured. Waiting for the next harvest is just a matter of days.
— Easy for you to say. Two years ago, I protested during the unstable period. Now I only have 299 credits left.
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— Oh, I didn’t know… I’m really sorry. I’d give you one of mine, but, you see… I have exactly 300. I never wanted to give up the annual barbecue. Grilling carrots from time to time is my only escape from madness.
— Yeah, I know. That’s always been your thing.
— Surely you understand that if I gave you one credit and then something happened to me, I’d be the one left in the red…
— Of course, don’t worry. No need to explain. I understand perfectly.
OHW = Omnisight Health Watch
Original artwork by the author. Initially generated with Grok and later processed digitally (ink-style rendering and vector conversion)
This story is part of
CHRONICLES FROM THE FUTURE: 111 Stories to Survive Tomorrow
a collection of short tales about the strange days ahead.
