I have a BrainChip Now. 

The moment Sandra woke up, something felt wrong, but she groaned in agony. It felt as if her head had been split open like a watermelon, and she grimaced at the 30 tons which felt as if they’d been shoved on her head, and she let out a groan. 

God, her head hurt, and it made it extremely hard for her to remember anything before the time she had woken up. Blinking rapidly in hopes of getting rid of the worst of the pain, Sandra looked around the room she was in, but her head ached so much that her vision was blurry. It took a moment to pass, and sadly it took her a second to realise she was seeing everything so perfectly, so crystal clear once the blurry images faded. 

Suddenly -WHAM! - She jumped. 

In the corner of the hospital ward, he could see everything with crystal clear 3D 20/20 vision. Sandra lifted her hand, blinking again…and it seemed like her eyes….zoomed out. Then they compensated, and they zoomed back in. 

Really, really close. 

So close in fact she could see the follicles of the really fine hairs covering her arm until they appeared to be like trees in a dense forest. Sandra jolted back. 

Now she remembered. She and her friends had been bungee jumping…and then…the ground was rushing towards her, and she felt a blinding pain in her head, which made the rest of the pain she felt in other parts of her body seem like nothing. Slowly, Sandra sat up and looked at herself. She could see her legs, but why couldn’t she feel them? 

Blinking in fear, Sandra gently ran her hands through her hair, or at least she tried to do so; there was a really thick bandage wrapped around her head.

“What the hell?” She gently massaged her throat, it felt dry, like there was a bucket of gravel down there. “Hello?” She tried to call, but it came out as a barely audible croak, but she tried again. “Hello? Hello? Is there anyone there?” She tried swallowing, hoping that would work, but it didn’t. To her left there was a jug of water and a glass, but she couldn’t reach the glass. But she was able, with a bit of work, to get her fingers curled around the jug and she pulled it towards herself. Sandra gurgled and spluttered as some of the water spilt over herself, soaking her hospital gown, but it was worth it. 

Sandra’s voice was much clearer now. “Hello, is someone there? I think something’s wrong.” 

The door opened and a woman stepped in with a smile. “I am so sorry that no one was here to be there when you woke up, sweetie,” the doctor - or nurse; it was hard to tell - said, and she stepped closer to Sandra and saw the water spill. “You’ve had an accident, too. How are you feeling?”

Sandra looked up at her, blinking stupidly at the questions. Her head ached, her eyes felt odd, and she couldn’t feel her legs or one of her arms, now she came to think about it. “Weird,” she decided to say at last. “My headaches and my eyes just seemed to, like, zoom in on my hand and I could see the hairs really close up, and I can’t feel my legs and arm.”

The doctor listened to her silently. “Which arm?”

“My left.”

“That fits, considering what’s happened to it, and to the rest of you,” the doctor commented, ignoring Sandra’s look of worry. “Do you remember anything?”

It hurt for Sandra to even think back too far. “I remember bungee jumping, but something happened. I felt a blinding pain in my head, and I think the rest of me was hurt… Why?” Suddenly she was suspicious. “What happened?”

The doctor sighed. “I don’t know myself, but something happened to your bungee cord, and it snapped. Your head was split open on impact with the ground, both of your legs were badly damaged, and your left arm was snapped. When you were brought into the hospital, it was discovered your eyes had been sliced open.”

“WHAT??” Sandra yelled, now remembering there had been a terrible pain in her eyes, but she had been in so much pain it had merged all together. 

The doctor flinched a little at the volume, but she carried on. “Your eyes had been sliced open. We’ve had to give you replacements, with bionic eyes, and you’ve now got a plate in your skull, but you’ve got a brain chip inserted to help regulate your new prosthetics. When you woke up, how did you feel?”

Sandra shuddered as she remembered how she’d felt upon waking up. “Like I couldn’t concentrate,” she remembered, “I could barely remember who I was, what even happened to me, or where I was, and then I realised I could see perfectly without my glasses. What else did you do to me?”

“Your legs have been replaced, and so has your left arm. Your eyes have both been replaced, and the brain chip is simply there to regulate your new prosthetics like I said, but beyond that, there was startlingly no other damage to your chest, which is remarkable considering how high the drop was. We’re going to keep you here, in the hospital to keep you under observation, until you are used to your new implants,” the doctor looked at her apologetically. 

Sandra wasn’t sure what to make of all of this. Cybernetics and prosthetics had been slowly making their way into everyday life for a while now, but it was only in the last few years this was even possible. She looked down at her left hand curiously, almost expecting to see a mannequin-like facsimile of her original good old-fashioned

flesh and blood arm. But comparing the left and right arms, Sandra barely saw any differences. Even her legs looked identical to her real ones, and she was willing to bet the hospital had accessed her optician reports to customise her new bionic eyes.