The Vat was cold.

It’s always cold. Sometimes I think it gets colder with each replacement I take. That slow, sinking feeling as the Vat fills with gel. I always hold my breath, even knowing that it’s no use, I still do it until the gel covers my head and my lungs feel like they’re going to burst. Then I finally breath it in, and the cold fills my chest, my lungs, my heart.

Then my body realizes that it’s getting oxy from the gel and I don’t have to breath. Then the Doc gets to work.

It’s good that medical technology can now just turn off all the pain sensors and let the others alone. Then there’s no question about them accidentally messing with function. They just fix it when they break it instead of going back in.

I hated the eye replacement, though. Muscles just tingled, bones just ache a bit, and the ears were just a sliding scale to test the hearing. The eyes… I felt the pop when they came out of the sockets. Ugh… but I like my pretty blues, now.

Pretty, ice blues.