The nurse gestures towards the door and I enter apprehensively.
Tubes and wires sprout like a bizarre garden all over her body.
She lifts her arm, weakly, and I settle beside the bed, clasping her crumpled hand between both of mine. She smiles.
They flick the switch.
‘Transference is complete,’ says the nurse.
She hands me a memory card and I gaze sadly at my grandma’s lifeless body. In the corridor, I plug the card into my phone and activate the program. As promised, it rings instantly.
‘Hello?’ I answer, incredulously.
Written by Alanah Andrews