'Oh, now I remember, she was giving me a hummer. Did I blow through a red light? Oh shit, those headlights! I hit the brakes, but ... shit, shit, shit!'
'How bad is it? How's ... the woman?'
'You can't even remember her name. No worries though, she's dead. Got what she deserved -- I saw to that.'
'What? What do you mean, what she deserved? And how are you involved? You weren't driving the truck, were you?'
'No, her ex-husband was driving it. Her lover hid child porn on hubby's computer. She got him arrested. He got off eventually but was divorced, fired and outcast by then. From VP to trucker in 15 months, including 3 months in County waiting for trial. He's not a big guy, so he had lots of non-consensual sex in there.'
'OK, she was a bitch, but how are you involved?'
'I make it my business to ... shall we say ... balance the scales.'
'Well it's too bad about her. I guess I'll be okay though, right?'
'That sot of depends on what you mean by okay.'
'Hunh?'
'Well, she had you in her mouth when the truck hit from her side, forcing her into your door. She broke her neck, died instantly. I guess I was feeling charitable. Unfortunately, she took something of yours with her.'
'Wait, what?!? You don't mean ...?'
'Yep, bit it clean off. She Garped you. Doesn't really matter though, it's not like you were going to use it again.'
'Why not? I'll get out of here eventually. Why wouldn't I want to fuck more bitches?'
'Well, you will get out of here, that's true. Just as soon as that damn beeping shuts up.'
'Isn't that my ... heart monitor? You mean after they disconnect it, right?'
'Your cardiac monitor, yes. They will disconnect it, but it will have to stop beeping first.'
'But if it stops beeping, then my heart will have stopped. I'll be ...'
'Dead. Yes, that's right. You're actually brain-dead already.'
'Bullshit! If I'm brain-dead, how are we talking?'
'My doing. I injected a little ... we call it bodhi ... you can think of it as consciousness or sentience ... into your existence.'