Laying in the warm, thick liquid Miller felt safe.
“You think that?” he muttered.
The puddle was growing slowly, slower then the rain.
“You think I’m the one?” he said.
He lay back, just for a second, just to close his eyes. Just for a quick nap.
“I’m no machine. I’m a man. A man! I’m no robot.”
Miller Mills closed his eyes for the last time.