Death by singularity
Envisioning the end of human race
You wake up to a chugging noise, your duvet has been pulled away and cold air is kissing your legs. A hissing weight on your chest is moving upwards. You freeze. Panic to raise your arms. They’re stuck. You let out a yelp which is swallowed by the hissing, a suction eats it up, the weight covers your mouth. Air is pulled out of your body, your tongue stretching, your throat gurgling and caving in. As you fade you’re left with five letters glowing in green; CLEAN.
It beeps with satisfaction of a job well done.
As I was about to post this Medium recommended me to tag it with 1. Poetry and 2. Erotica. We can all sigh with relief that Singularity has a long way to go.