This is a kinda weird one. An alien life form had been recovered, and I was a scientist studying it, sort of... the thing was, I had something like Stephen Hawking and was in a wheelchair and could barely move - not quite so bad as him, I could still talk without help. Also, the alien was the second to land on Earth. The first I also studied, but somehow disappeared. And I was trying to convince the government to let me in to see the Alien personally,b ecause I did it before with the first one and we had some meaningful dialogue that changed my life, but they didn't think it was safe in my condition, since I was close to dying. I wanted to keep working right up until then, though. Anyway, I'm not sure how, but the conversation somehow drifted to suicide, and under what circumstances we (me and the government person I was talking to) would kill ourselves. Weird.