Finite

“You’re sure?”

“They’ve embedded. We can’t remove or replace them.” So that was it. Alanna was the first person in 630 years whose nanos had failed.

“So I’ll age, I’ll die.”

“I’m afraid so.” Her body would crumble away. Without repair nanos her skin would become fragile and thin, her eyesight and hearing fade, and her organs fail. They couldn’t even upload her consciousness in case the virus spread.

“For such an extreme illness we can offer euthanasia.” Death now – or 50 years of death’s breath on her neck as she turned to dust.

“I’ll have to think about it.”