A bad dream said:All I can feel is the cold slab of an operating table, with no blanketing for warmth. I was young and dumb.
I cannot feel my right arm, for it is not there, blown into many pieces by a stray grenade. I had a gag in my mouth, but I spat it out, I couldn't contain the pain for much longer.
"F-Fix me!" I screamed to my doctor, "Make me whole again!!"
"Seb, calm down, please!" My doctor warned as he pulled up blueprints, a variety of surgical tools, and some intricate machinery, "Anna and I will have your arm back on in no time."
"What do you mean?!" I asked, "What are you planning?!"
"Seb, you're going to receive an advanced cybernetic structure," My doctor showed me the blueprints. An arm made of millions of metal muscles, but still as big as a normal arm, and many times stronger, faster and harder. It would even be warm to the touch, and indistinguishable to the normal eye, "Simply put, you're going to get a metal arm which will not feel metal. You'll have all of your sensations in your arm back..." He reached for a mask and put it over my face, "...now count to ten, slowly..."
It all became black...
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