Tyce! Tyce!” In the blackness, my name echoed weirdly around me, as if I were trapped in a metal barrel. “Tyce! Tyce! Tyce!” My name was so loud, it hurt. I lifted my hands to my head to cover my ears. That movement seemed to rip the darkness off my eyes. I saw three blurry pairs of titanium hands waving wildly. “Not so loud,” I complained. Except my words came out slow and deep and warbly. The three pairs of hands still waved wildly. Then I realized I saw three pairs because I was using three eyes—the video lenses on each side and the forward lens. I blinked a few times and concentrated straight ahead. Much better. Now it was only one pair of wildly waving hands. “Tyce!” “Not so loud,” I complained again in my robot voice. I stared at my hands. Oops. My video lens zoomed in too close. A giant titanium knuckle filled my view. I zoomed back. I saw the wall and bed and my body strapped on the bed. Weird! My hands still waved. Finally I managed to get the focus right. Then I asked myself why I was doing something dumb like watching my hands work.
