“Oblivion,” she said as she stared at it. Her father’s face flashed in her mind, and she gulped, the tears welling again. She couldn’t believe she had any more left. “You’re just expected to keep going. Watching people you love drop off, one by one. Then you keep going until it’s your turn to drop off and be gone and then people weep over you. Sometimes I feel like I’d rather be a fucking robot. No pain. No death. No finality. And no need to fear life.
