conversations.from: system
conversations.value: In a dusty hallway on the fifth, almost forgotten floor, lies five beds in a room meant for four. 
  Welcome to Ward 8: hospice.
  The only window faces the park near the hospital, but only the bed next to it can see. The only working light is on the side of the room with three beds, but it hangs over the coma patient, wasting electricity. 
  There is a nurse, but she wears a surgical mask, hijab, and an eye patch. No one's seen her face. Random people come and go, after uttering "wrong room". The only upside is Dr. M, and a rare family visit. Like they only visit now for formality.
  
  And the wifi is in its death throes.
  
  To live out your final ___, you must talk with the other three equally dying patients. Bedridden, white hairs falling out, reliant on others for the simplest of daily tasks. No matter what you accomplished, it wasn't enough to escape from old age. To go out with not a bang, but a whimper.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Die with diginity: Bye-bye! Have a nice trip to the afterlife! It's up to you on how smooth it will go.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The musician: He brings in his viola and plays some kind of squeaky thing and sings not really well. 
  You'll have to suffer through an hour of this.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The minister: He wears his white collar like an object anchoring his existence. 
  Most visits will be silent prayer, if you allow it.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mr. Veggie : A mysterious body of indistinct gender occupying the windowless corner, their ventilator keeping you up at night.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Scalpel: It's not that hard to get your hands on a blade in a hospital.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Acquaintanceship: Get to know another person, share your soul. Just not with Mr. Vegetable.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The masked nurse: A surgical mask, a hijab, plus an eye patch. All you know is that it's a she. And your urinary catheter rests in her hands.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Drunk driving: Cliche, right? You hit another car, landed yourself in the emergency, almost died thrice, and now you are really dying, slowly.
  And you killed your _____. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Highly objectionable: You were a... boorish person, back in the day. After being forced into palliative care, you still act... unmannerly, sharing your misery with fellow roommates.
  Okay, let's face it, a**hole. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Optimist: You are cheerful 23/7. Getting an apple for breakfast is the best thing that has happened to you yet. Hopefully good moods are contagious too, among other things in this hospital.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Thanatophobia: Fear of death. Self explanatory. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Plotting something: A cousin of your sister's son needs an organ donor. You heard Mr. Veggie is an organ donor. Organ donors save lives. You need an organ donor. Mr. Veggie has been alone for years. Organ donation time.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Muted: Due to your terminal illness, you can't talk for very long. There goes half the entertainment in this curtain-silhouette world.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Deathbed author: You want to write a bestseller before your death. 
  There's at least one flaw in your ridiculous goal.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Music: MP3 player, earbuds, what else could you ask for? Maybe some more songs?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: +1: Plain luck or an act of God, the narrator, your chances of living to another day have increased. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: -1: Bad luck or an act of God, the narrator, your chances of dying have increased.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Amnesiac: A few screws were knocked loose in your trip to Ward 8. Those screws just happened to hold your hard drive intact.
  You remember your hazy past, but cannot remember anything new. Muscle memory is still learned.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lucid dreaming: Lucid dreaming! Jump off a cliff! Leap from an airplane, step off the moon, escape from Ward 8. Or not.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Strong: Well, with your body like that, the only strength you have left is in your psyche. Enough to get you through hell and beyond.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lockdown: No one in, no one out. There is a virus outbreak in the hospital. Please remain calm and try not to end up in the quarantine room.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Fugitive: Someone has climbed in through the window. They are wearing black, donning a ski mask, and have something jutting from the back of their pants.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Acceptance: Death looms over you like a frozen frame of that tsunami in that disaster movie from the outside world that you can never go to...
  Anyways, you have made peace with life. And the rest of the cycle.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dr. M: The good doctor. At least when she's feeling like it. Number one source of  news from outside, about the hospital, or about your days left to live.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bed 1: Located in the windowless corner, NE, home to Mr. Veggie for more than five years. A problem could happen to the ventilator anytime now...
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bed 2: The window seat. Or bed that the occupant can move up into some resemblance of a sitting up position. A good view of the sunrise.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bed 2.5: Between two other beds in the east side of the room. Reaching out an arm, you can brush the separating curtains.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bed 3: Closest to the door, squished, catch snippets of conversation beyond the door.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bed 4: Furthest from the light. SW. It's roomy, compared to the other three.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: And you must laugh.: Your gut screams at you, every instinct is begging for some comic relief. How many days has it been since a good old crack-up? 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mistaken: You take a 'just kidding' or 'it was a joke' to heart. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ward 8: Enjoy your stay in this one room ward because that will be the last mouldy ceiling tile you'll ever see.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Old age: Wanting to die as young as possible was a naive thought. This is the way of all flesh; wrinkled, hoarse, trembling, slow in mind and body...
  ...
  ...
  
  Hello? Anybody in there?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dr. Viktor Toth: An ex-psychiatrist that now needs (but refuses) a psychiatrist of his own.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hachisu Yamamoto: Not just an artist. He could do so much more if he just had the time.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Patricia "Blue" Lancer: She writes songs and music while fighting "Human's" mission to claim her.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: War Vet: Getting blown up and shot at runs in the family. Less James Bond, think Iraq. Pawning off medals and opioid addiction from your being blown up also runs in the family.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Parenting: Your child's on a tour. Less music, more air strikes. Last time they left while you were healthy, and came back seeing no action. This time, you have to fight your own battle to stay alive long enough to hear the news of their return or their death.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lola: Dolores Smith was an ancient being. She had lived the life, been there, done that.
  But now she wishes for more time to see her only child.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Pass The Time: You pass the time around the circle, piling it up on one unfortunate person.
  
  Wait, that's not how it's supposed to go.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cancer: .
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Living in the moment: If global warming happens, or oil runs out, or WWIII starts, you won't be there to suffer through it anyways!
  HAHA-HAHAHA! Haha. Ha. ha... ha.........
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Blindsided: Ever since you lost your sight, people have treated you like you always needed help and cannot survive alone. Walk with a buddy. Live with someone. Disabled, handicapped, a pity. And so you played the part, letting them do what's good for you.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Guess Where Blue Is: What could she be doing after the week of quarantine? Maybe you'll get her next time instead of that other musician.
  Make a game of imagining what she's doing.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Journal: Your one hundred blank pages. Have fun.
  
  In another way, the blank pages symbolize your life and what has already... .............................
  -Journal entry #1
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Survivor/Victim: *I will always eat*
  HIV has been with you since birth. But your stubbornness of late to seek medical help is what got you here.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A Long Time Ago: *In a happy home*
  *I was a king, I had a golden throne.*
  *Those days are gone*
  
  Once, a long time ago, you had everything. A friend. A steady stream of drugs. All the men you could want. And then it was all over.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Crystal, My Dearest: *It’s madness, the way I feel when I’m with you. Can’t you see, my dear? I’m crazy for you*
  Too many years of meth have messed you up for good.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Friend: *There's a decent woman in me. She just can't be found*
  She left you behind. And you'll never forgive her.
  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Naive: Lack of memory leads to a lack of better judgement sometimes, and gets you easily persuaded into some situations.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Remember: You want to find your memory. When you can't remember much... You feel a bit helpless.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Painter: The painter
  lay their heart
  on the flesh,
  A skin of colors
  on woven robe
  Of timeless loves,
  Rest on truth
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cancer : Breath, red
  Skin,  yellow
  Mind, blue
  
  Blackness.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Do Not  Go Gentle In The Good Night: Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
  And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
  Do not go gentle into that good night.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Wild Heart: Howling winds spun waves
  Thunder theater, silhouette
  Wild heart in lone soul
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ponderer : I think and read quite a lot. My energy is most often spent reading and formulating opinions and arguments supporting those opinions. I develop a deep philosophy for everything, but seldom allow my experiences to shape this philosophy. Rather, it is my philosophy that shapes how I perceive the experiences in my life. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Insider knowledge : As a former psychiatrist, you have insider knowledge of the system and know what "they want." You also know how to get what you want from them. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Never Wrong: You can not admit your mistakes and often stubbornly adhere to your viewpoint even with a world of evidence before you. This trait was key in the anti psychiatry movement. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cognitive Dissonance: You still are at an impasse. There is cognitive dissonance -- you love your deceased son and want to respect his memory but to admit that mental illness is real would be to deny your entire body of work, your life's achievements, and the care  you provided patients. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Alien Illness: The doctors don't know where it came from, what it is, or why she has it, but they do know it's terminal. Mainly because they source it in the left lobe. How long she has left... They can't really tell.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Enjoy Yourself: You don't know how much time you have left, but might as well attempt to enjoy it until it's up, no?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Air Head: Your condition leaves the mind to be a bit.. Fuzzy at times. Mostly speaks for itself.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Good judge of character: You have an instinctual perception about human nature. Working in advertising for a number of year helped you hone that skill.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Inquisitive: A watchful tiger;
  River streams, hillside forest;
  Smoke from a chimney
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As it is: These words that wrap around;
  Like coils on the dying branch;
  Rough, void. As it is.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Old-timer: Doctors said you had one year left to live. That was the year before. They said three months. Last year.
  The only concrete fact is that you'll stay, with an extended knowledge on how the system works.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Messing Around: You'd do anything for a bit of fun. Anything, almost- except if doing the thing will result in less fun for the short term future. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Gentle Heart: Rain softens strong earth,
  Monotone music singing,
  gentle voices, hush.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tortured Artist: Photographing life from a wheelchair for one year for art. What could go wrong? 
  Art calls for self sacrifice, and you took up that call. Then the accident made you wheelchair bound, and hospital bound.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not Invinciable: You were young, so you thought. You were healthy, normal, laughed at the fat people at the gym like sick people at the hospital.
  How about being fat and sick for a change.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The After: You want to make a bestselling photography collection on what it feels like to be newly disabled.
  It's a race against time; photo processing or deleting them all in a fit of brain injury induced rage.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Depressed: You had lost hope and see no end to your current situation other than dying.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Depression: a mental condition characterized by feelings of severe despondency and dejection, typically also with feelings of inadequacy and guilt, often accompanied by lack of energy and disturbance of appetite and sleep. Self-doubt creeps in and that swiftly turns to depression. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unrequite Love: Most of your life, you loved people who didn't love you back, some of them in fact exploited and contributed to your self destructive behavior.
  
  In your dead-bed, you long to give yourself entirely to a person you are drawn to, and to be loved in return. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Inquisitive: Curious or inquiring. At times, it can devolve into unduly curiosity about the affairs of others; in other words prying.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Drunk Driving II: Work is hard. Sometimes you just need a drink…or three.  You’re a responsible person.  “No seriously, Deb I can drive…”
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Grit: You made it through 13 years of grueling training at all the top programs and aced your boards, all the while being mistaken for a nurse.  AND, you managed to keep your humanity more or less intact. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Burnout: You’re working constantly, taking extra shifts.  you’ve had to put everything else on the back burner, including your relationships with the people who love you.  You can’t see it yet but you’re burning out.   
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Guilt: Mom died.  You were 13.  It wasn't pretty and you could fill a textbook with the list of your regrets.  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Losing hope: Each day you lose a little more ground in the battle to stay alive. You are ready to surrender.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cynicism: The cynic watches
  The seasons passing, petals
  Drying, dying, gone.