The Writing Prompt: You are now a cyborg. What kind are you? How did this happen? Adventure, mishap, ...?
I am now a cyborg.I went to sleep on the beach. I love beaches. This time I slept in the wrong place. It was on a Mediterranean beach, not much in the way of waves, no tides, so I didn’t feel I needed to be particularly careful. I had a car with a combination lock so I didn’t have any stuff to watch. I put down my poncho, fell asleep, woke up a cyborg. I looked at my hands. They were made of plastic like they had come out of a 3-D printer.
My hearing seemed odd – I heard the faint sound of the sea, the shouts of the kids running around with their shovels, the instructions of someone building a sandcastle. But it didn’t sound natural. I lifted my blueish cyborg fingers and felt for my ear. Just some kind of cloth like they used to use to cover stereo speakers. I tried my voice. Synthetic. A kid ran by and threw sand at me. It hit where my nose should have been, but then I felt no breath.
Slowly I realized that my kinetic awareness had become entirely different, my sense of a body altered in a way I was quickly forgetting. I had a moment of deep confusion, asking myself about consciousness, but I’ve never believed in consciousness. I realized that there must be a switch somewhere. I could turn myself off.
1 comment:
What a fun exercise! Love the idea of the on/off switch. Could use that some days! Very clever -- thanks.
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