||Every breath was forced in and stolen out.
"Awating inquiry" the Google droned impatiently.
Caleb mustered up his remaining strength.
||It was dead silent.
||Ah, thought Caleb, it must have me mistaken for someone else.
The Google continued, its loud drone echoing off the decaying walls.
||She misses you." Caleb thought he heard a touch of disdain in that last statement.
"Oh mightly Google, I have just one question", Caleb groaned.
||And then he died.
||He heard no scurrying of rodents, no buzzing of flies, not even a quiet breeze.
||Old and broken tile crunched beneath his feet as he went.
||He was getting weaker now.
||Berdmont, what is the surname of 'Ah-yeaght-mauhp'?"
Caleb waited, taking what he knew was his last breath.
"Caleb!" The Google sounded annoyed now.
||"You have 32,4546,667,345 unread messages." A quick scan of your personal records indicate that you are due for an appointment for your erectile dysfunction.
The Google blinked and hummed in confusion.
||"Question not recognized."
"Using personal data to reform question."
"Using personal data of all human race to reform question."
Caleb found he could no longer lift his head.