The City's false body smiled and tilted it's average head at the doctor. "Dead? No. Nobody is dead. Unless they're contained within my cemetery, they still live. They're just no longer a part of our society."
It adjusted itself to become more comfortable. The chair was a strange sensation. It was trying to get used to the thing. Never before this had it taken a body. If it needed a body to do the job, it sent the soldiers.
"I suppose that talking might do me some good. It isn't as if I get to do that a lot."