Sunday, September 19, 2010

The Eyes have It

Dill jumped as consciousness flooded back his eye, already open, filled with the view of a familiar figure strapped to an operating table. "Sam?" The figure spoke. "What have you done?"

"Relax, mate. It's just a bit of an experiment." Sam appeared in Dill's field of vision, or at least his back did as he headed toward the figure on the table. He peeled back the figures eyelids and clamped them open, then used forceps to fish out the optical nerve. Dill felt pressure on his head.

"Wait! That's me you're working on. How can I see you if I'm over there?"

"I took your eyes out."

"You did what?"

"Relax. You'll get them back when I'm finished. Besides, they're in a nutrient bath. They'll be better than before."

"I don't believe you, You're mad."

"They said that about Frankenstein. And Crippin."

"But they were mad."

Sam shrugged. "The exception proves the rule?"

"What are you doing?"

"Fixing a camera into your socket and connecting it to your optical nerve. If this works it'll be the first step to a true cyborg technology. We'll be rich."

"How rich?"

"Moderately rich."

The figure nodded, making the clamps rattle. "Fair enough."

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