David was shocked when I said that old age meant a tube to feed you, a tube to take away the waste and a machine that goes, kerthack, kerthack, kerthack, more often than not.
"You paint a bleak picture," said David.
"You know, when your most prized possession is your do-not-revive pendant."
"I want to die peacefully in my sleep..."
"Which for most people, is preceded by a tube to feed you, a tube to take away the waste and a machine that goes kerthack, kerthack, kerthack," I said. "That is old age."
David shuddered.
"Old is no place for the faint hearted," I said. "More often than not, it is an awful business."
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