You didn't. Figment said.
"I did," I said.
All that work, said figment.
"I know," I agreed.
Days of research, she said. I worked your fingers to the bone.
"I know," I said. "They hurt."
Those hours sitting in front of the screen she whined. All those blue waves absorbed into your eyes.
"Yup, do you suppose I'll die?" I asked.
I certainly hope not