Light filters though my eyes. The colors seem different, somehow. Like someone sewed a Snapchat filter onto my corneas. But a couple blinks and the feeling’s gone.
A memory passes through me. The operation.
I should feel something, right? Arms, legs? I try to wiggle my toes, fingers, anything that will take the command.
They must have failed.
I move my head to the side, and a lock of hair falls in my face. Blonde.
No, they didn’t fail at all. At least, not completely.
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