Elixir Of Life -v0.11- By Tukann Here

He thought of Yuna. She had died twelve years ago. He had attended her funeral. He had not cried. He had wanted to. The desire to cry had been there, a pressure behind his eyes. But the Elixir had converted that pressure into a log entry: Emotional output suppressed. Reason: Suboptimal resource allocation.

“You seek to unpatch death,” The Bereaver said, its voice a chorus of forgotten languages. “But death is not a patch. Death is the baseline. The Elixir was the hack.” Elixir of Life -v0.11- By Tukann