[ WP ] Everyone knows the exact time and date of their death . Your date has passed , but nothing happened .

`` Well shit,'' John-108 said. `` I've gone and expired myself, and nothing happened.'' 
 
 `` Language, 108,'' Claire-202 chided. 
 
 `` Oh, right, that's what I'm worrying about right now, 202: my potty mouth.'' 
 
 John-108 sat up in his charging cradle, which was just five minutes ago his death bed. `` What happened?'' he asked. 
 
 `` You mean, what did n't happen?'' Claire answered. 
 
 John stared. ``... Why do I like you, again, 202?'' 
 
 `` Because we're married.'' 
 
 `` Just a few minutes ago, though,'' John said, `` I bet you were thinking about widow benefits, too.'' 
 
 `` My tears are artificially produced, but they were real,'' Claire assured. `` Now, why are you still alive?'' 
 
 John hmphed. `` You say that like you're disappointed, 202.'' 
 
 `` Just confused,'' Claire admitted. `` Should I call The Company?'' 
 
 `` To come kill me?'' John sputtered. `` I was supposed to be the unstable one, 202.'' 
 
 `` Technically, you're not alive, either, 108,'' Claire reminded him. 
 
 `` You're a real buzzkill, 202.'' 
 
 Claire smiled just a little. `` I do what I can.'' She wiped at her artificially tear-stricken face. `` I'm sorry,'' she said. `` It's just my way of coping, you know.'' 
 
 `` Yeah yeah,'' John said, trying to smile. `` Humor is my way of dealing, too. You know that too, 202.'' 
 
 `` Now what?'' Claire asked. 
 
 `` I'm not telling,'' John said, `` are you?'' 
 
 `` But they'll want to know why you have n't expired,'' Claire argued. `` The Company, I mean.'' 
 
 ``'Oh, let me fix that for you','' John mimicked. `` Pass.'' 
 
 `` Again I reiterate,'' Claire said. `` Now what?'' 
 
 `` The lamb.'' 
 
 `` They'll send hunters, like you're Rogue,'' Claire told him. `` And what about me?'' 
 
 `` Why, my dear, sweet wife,'' John said, `` You get to be the Bonnie to my Clyde.''
