Soulmates and Other Ways to Die

It’s kind of funny how quickly you get used to the bodies. The man was laid out in the middle of the road outside our house. He wasn’t there last night when I put the bins out so he must have dropped dead on his way to work. Train station was at the bottom of the hill, made sense. Of all the ways there are to go nowadays, this seemed like one of the dullest. ‘Hey, Bari, when was the last Dearly Departed report in our area?’ My screen lit up with the computer-generated face of a Bernese mountain dog. You could pick any avatar for Bari, but I always wanted a dog. Besides, a digital dog doesn’t poop, doesn’t need feeding, and won’t slow me down when the inevitable end of the world arrives.