“Look, honey! I’m a cyborg now,” he exclaimed every time someone else walked into the surgical recovery room.
"You sure are," Nurse Beckett said with a tired smile, picking up the once again scattered bits and bobs, both metal and organic. It was one thing trying to figure out a fix for Dr. Tang's malfunction, but damnit, the hospital didn't pay them enough to also play housekeeper.
"So how soon am I outta here?" he asked. "Doc Tang said I'm looking good. Will I be home for dinner tonight?"
Nurse Beckett scoffed. "This isn't something you just up and leave after. Tests to make sure everything is accepted. And you have to relearn a lot of things. You're not the same man you used to be."
"Haha, not the man I use to be, funny. I'm half the man and three times the person. Hahahahahahahahac--hic"
The nurse slapped his back and gear fell to the floor with a clang. "The steam punk model was exceptionally buggy. They should ban it," she thought.
Beckett assumed that, like most modification patients, the excitement and newness would wear off. Then the real cost of the surgery would kick in. But that wasn't Beckett's problem. That was for the Transhumanic counselor Dr. Tabarov to handle.