I screamed, justifiably I thought, I was in a lot of pain. My right arm felt like it had been drenched in acid and then been dipped in boiling seawater.

“I’m afraid it’ll be at least 2 days until that arm moves at your command, the pain should lessen over that time. Robot limbs still aren’t perfect, but I’m glad you’ve woken up, there’s something we need to talk about.”

“The accident…the car.” It all started coming back to me.

“No, now that you’ve got the arm I’m afraid it puts you at 50.678% robotic.” He was right, some of my internal organs were also robotic. “You’re no longer officially recognised as a human.”

“Oh, what does that mean.”

“No vote, less basic rights, you’re going to become a second class citizen I’m afraid…unless.”

“Unless what?”

“Well, we could say the arm was rejected, then you’d be 68.274% human.”

“And my arm?”

“You, wouldn’t have one. You have 1 day to make the decision, if I were you, I’d lose the arm.”

He left me there, in torturous pain, to make my choice.