Marco! One minute you seemed perfectly healthy, the next you were sprawled on the floor by the drinking fountain like a sack of potatoes.
(How reliable our machinery is usually-- just think if your car ran 60 years nonstop!....)
But, Marco, seeing you there on the floor, I knew we live at the mercy of neurons and corpuscles (our own little wires and pistons) and when they stop, we stop.
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem: humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_077_machinery.MP3 .