I woke up to find myself strapped to a metal table with men and women wearing surgical masks hovering around me. I felt a searing pain in my wrist 'nonononono' I thought. Not an impact com. Apparently impact coms are tracking devices and holoplayers. Fuckedie fuck fuck. You only get those if you're high value human weapon targets. I'm flattered but no thanks. "Fleta Desrosiers," a voice somewhere in my head spoke. "You are now an Eye" it said then I blacked out again.
I woke up in my house, in my room, in my bed. It must have been a dream. I looked down at my wrist. An impact com. was imbedded in my pale flesh. I ran to the mirror in my bathroom. My right eye looked like hell. My normal green iris had been replaced with a red one and this eye was blood shot except the veins were black. And several blue and red wires were visible through my pale cheek flesh. My pale blue hair was disheveled.
