The doctor sat down facing the patient directly; he wore a serious expression and the patient knew something was wrong.
“Let me have it straight, doc. What’s the problem?”
The doctor shook his head. “You seem to have caught diabetes 2. Your blood tests show that your chromosomes have altered irrevocably, I’m afraid.”
“Diabetes 2? But how?”
“It can come from a virus, or an insect bite. Or too much internet shopping.”
The patient sighed. “The perils of modern life, I suppose.”
“Indeed,” said the doctor.
“Is there any hope?”
“No, your chromosomes indicate that you’ve already become a zombie.”
“Let me have it straight, doc. What’s the problem?”
The doctor shook his head. “You seem to have caught diabetes 2. Your blood tests show that your chromosomes have altered irrevocably, I’m afraid.”
“Diabetes 2? But how?”
“It can come from a virus, or an insect bite. Or too much internet shopping.”
The patient sighed. “The perils of modern life, I suppose.”
“Indeed,” said the doctor.
“Is there any hope?”
“No, your chromosomes indicate that you’ve already become a zombie.”
