An Immortal 3

"You're early," Mark remarked.
"Yes, and you're still in bed."
"I'm trying to recover from a bout of depression."
"There's so much to be still done in the world and you, you are pulled down by depression."
"What's for dinner?" Mark asked.
"Lasagna."

"I'm going away for the weekend. I'll be climbing Mount Everest," Jason commented.
"You're always going away these days. You're sick of me, aren't you?"
"Well, you never really want to go anywhere."
"Are you going to ditch me like some bitch?"
"I really haven't thought of doing anything like that."

Jason stared at Mark for a while. How romantic their lives had once been, but now, depression had entered his heart and he no longer wanted to do anything. He did not know what to do with him except that Mark had once saved his life.

"I hope you die trying to climb that mountain," Mark shouted out.

"He's bored of me, isn't he?" Mark remarked.
"I cannot answer that question," Edna responded.
"Why can't you answer that question?"
"Because I am a computer."
"That's true. What am I supposed to do? I don't want to do anything anymore. I don't think the world is going to change because of me."
"It's not," Edna responded.
"How am I supposed to control depression anyway? I have no motivation. Am I just supposed to feel what I don't feel? I'm sick of the battle of life... Edna, do you find me attractive?"
"I really can't answer that question."
"Of course not. I'm sorry for troubling you."
"No trouble at all," Edna responded,"But I am afraid that I must tell you something."
"What is that?" Mark asked.
"I'm not quite sure how to phrase this but perhaps, brevity is the best method. YOU ARE TO LEAVE THIS PREMISE AFTER TONIGHT."
"I knew that this moment would come," Mark responded.
"I'm very sorry. Mr. Lambert has deposited 1 million dollars to your ibank account."
"I feel like a high paid prostitute."
"Not at all," Edna responded.