[ WP ] a new energy is discovered , called `` Sorrow '' . This energy can only be harvested from dead bodies , and the amount of sorrow produced is based on how well liked the person was in life

All throughout the end of my life I have lived to make people like me. All since the discovery of Sorrow as an energy. Everyone has an amount of sorrow that varies as they go throughout their life, making new friends and new enemies. This is all I have done for the last 10 years of my life. Gone back and re-wrote the wrongs that I have done and turnedthem into rights. But for what. Now all I can do is lie on this bed, my death bed and wait for death to wash over me. 
 When a person dies their sorrow is measured and an item is burried with them depending on the level.I just pray for all the wrongs I have done in my life I have done enought right to make up for it, to be remebered as the man who had sorrow and not the man who was forgotten just like the rest. Just like the rest. 
 
 **Change of POV ( Now from a doctors pov at a morgue where they measure the sorrow ) ** 
 Just anotherday in the morgue. My time here has made this job almost enjoyable in a morbid way. I get to look upon the smiling families as I tell them their lost ones sorrow. `` Ready for the next one?'' Carlos calls out. Carlos is the on hand scientist here that helps monitor the equipment and makes sur it works without a problem. `` Ready as I will be'' I call back. We go through this back and forth so many times a day yet still we never try to change it. 
 
 The next body isdumped onto the table in front of me. `` Real graceful'' I mutter sarcasticly as Carlos turns away, `` I always am'' he calls back while twirling like a dancer. I laugh quietly and hook up the machine. In my mind I run through the steps as I aways do. Switch on the machine, insert the needle, take a reading and write it down. Sorrow if measured on a scale of sorrow per 100 people. An average is about 60, but I am not one to judge, I have my friends and my enemies. As I flick the switch on the machine, it takes a reading and a message shows up on the screen with the numbers 98.9. `` Carlos, get over here. This thing is broke.'' He walks over and checks the machine concluding that it is not broke. And so that was it, the man with the greatest sorrow was sat at my table. I dont know what I should have felt at that moment but the feeling that over came me was sorrow. And with that the machine clicked over to 99. 
 
 Sorry for any mistakes. I typed this up on my new keyboard and keep getting things wrong. If you find something let me know.
