by Marcus Pregent
I can’t feel my legs anymore. But then, I quit feeling pretty much anything eons ago. I lay here against a cold brick building in an alley with graffiti-covered walls. The tinkling sound of hydraulic fluid leaking out of my now useless legs roars in my hyper-amplified ears. I’m bathed in light; red, blue, and pulsing like the slowing of my heartbeat. Funny how things get clearer the closer to death you get…
I’m not sure when it was exactly that the tech addiction set in. All I do know is that it’s been a mad monkey on my back for longer than I care to think about. Perhaps it was that skinwatch or maybe it was the neural processor and interface plugs. All I wanted was to get that promotion at work, at first. Sooner than I could’ve thought possible that lead to criminal activity to fund my habit. Once I’d gotten a taste of the Net, I had to have more! I mean direct, neural interface, not through some lame VR goggles. The power and feel of the new tech ‘neath my skin was too powerful to escape. It made crystal meth look like Sanka.
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