Abiocor artificial heartWhat is the human heart anyway? A gory glob of glistening gristle. Fat-streaked, fist-sized. Throbbing, jerking away like an alien crouched malevolently beneath the sternum, threatening to burst through through your chest wall and wreak havoc on your life at any moment.
As in so many things, a machine can do a superior job these hi-tech days. Flesh and blood is so last-century, don't you know? An artificial heart pumps steadily, constant and regular. Never tires, never races with excitement, never skips a beat. And if it broke, you could just get another one.
Efficient, businesslike, cold. A perspex and steel engine, dead ergonometry to keep you alive. A heart like that would never beat you up.
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