(This is more of my sci-fi project I randomly work on. Enjoy.)

Numb. I am numb, an approximation of oblivion. Images of the virtual past flash in and out, tiny electric jolts sparking through the emptiness in my head — I am all wires and flesh, mixed together, shiny new veins coursing through the muscle, new lifeblood for the new age. It is merely a metaphor, when it comes down to it, if you chose to analyze it in any sort of perceptive way. Though I suppose it is as real as it needs to be. Really, they could actually be used to transmit something useful, these threads of copper — and they could be made of anything else, too, I might conjecture. Or you could use them purely for the visual appeal, plastic tubing that reminisces of an age where these were (in many places) the only option. And now that I think about these things, I realize that I am coming to, and remember I have eyes — but where did I put them?