[ WP ] A machine is created that can tell you how you will die ... but only in the most vague way possible .

*Soon. * That was all the printed slip of paper said. 
 
 `` Soon? *Soon? * Are you fucking kidding me?'' I kicked the machine out of frustration, which did nothing but make my foot hurt. The machine was larger than me anyway; it's not like I was going to cause any damage. 
 
 `` GAH!'' I slammed my fist down on the machine. `` Stupid... fucking... machine!'' I punctuated each word with another attack toward the machine. My fists were now bruised, and my right foot hurt awfully, but the machine did n't even show a scratch. 
 
 `` FUCK!'' I went to kick the machine one last time, but instead tripped and fell backwards. 
 
 Did you know that some tables have lethally sharp corners? 
 
 I fell back and slammed into the corner of table behind me. I heard my skull crack, and had just enough time to reach back and feel the blood blossoming from my head before I fell over. 
 
 The world grew increasingly blurry, until finally it was enveloped in a gray mist. The fog swirled through the air, and I could swear that some of the mist was forming itself into shapes before dispelling again. 
 
 A well-dressed man in a black suit and shades emerged from the mist. `` Well,'' he said, removing his sunglasses. His eye sockets were empty. `` I guess that we're meeting sooner than you thought.''
