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"All people, including you and I, know that their lives will expire one day," you said, "they just don't when death will devour their souls."
I asked, "What is death like?"
"Death is an unpredictable creature. It has no known features, except for its black face. It will always hunt and chase. Like a stalker, it secretly creeps on you until your death. Like a hunter, it tracks you down until your demise," you answered.
Again, I asked, "Is there any way to escape death?"
"Unfortunately, no," you replied.
Once again, I asked, "Then how are we going to know when we are going to die?"
"Like I said, death is an unpredictable creature. However, as centuries passed by, technology is getting more and more advanced each day. It even knows the day of my expiration," you responded as you show the date marked on your right arm.
I read the date, "10-16-16...wait. Isn't that tomorrow?"
"Yeah, and what's yours?" you said.
I look at my left arm, "10-16-16. Wait, does that mean I will die with you?"
"Yes, our lives happen to end on the same day, and that day is tomorrow."