Just story

I am a ceiling lantern in a large room. My bulbs are bright and steady because humans every day bring other humans under their light.

There are a lot of my relatives in this room, lanterns as me. A few of them are such as new as me, the most are old and their light is already dim. Maybe once in a year a pair of humans comes to replace the ones without light and soon they will arrive here again.

In my room there are a lot of tables and lockers, also there are a lot of instruments. I don’t know their meaning, maybe humans fix each other with them. Maybe my room is a kind of a service center.

Humans are strange. Why they fix each other if they can buy a new one? Or they can’t?..

Every day a human in a white robe comes here. He does some manipulations with humans lying on tables and in lockers. And every day other humans bring the new ones to put on the tables, older ones are being moved to lockers and the old ones from lockers a being taken away from the room.

The other humans call the one in a white robe a pathologist. When they go away he usually says: “Finally they’re gone. I love this place, I love the morgue. It’s so calm here”.

Today two other humans brought with them a new one. I guess it was a female. She did not move as the others they bring here. When the pathologist saw her he fell on his knees and began to cry. Also he shouted repeatedly: “My love! WHY?!”.

Some time later he stood up, took a strange instrument out of his bag, put the thing to his head and a moment later came a bright flash, even brighter than my light, with loud noise, which went round this large room, echoing.

The pathologist fell on the floor, his robe started to soak with his blood and brain. His head became a mess. I remember some humans that were brought here, they looked exactly like him now. Do humans repair all of them or they just buy the new ones? I don’t know.

A few moments later me and my relatives were shut down and the room became absolutely dark. But a living being could hear that humans stood up from tables, came to pathologist and stared at him blindly. Now he is one of them.

Will they all be repaired or just replaced? I will never know.