The implant is seated

We can rebuild him. We have the technology.
Better, stronger, faster.

I’m laughing with headphones on watching the sterile white TV affixed to the ceiling. A comedian pontificates why do men have nipples. “They’re like plastic fruit.”


I flip through the channels, as my mouth is pulled open and beard tugged. The Daily Show is on. Again, I wonder if this would bring levity to my world, having such a jolly stab at the news in my own living room…

The drill whines.

Funny smoke and strange light emits from the raygun like apparatus.

I am done.

The temporary is in place.

My gold tooth should arrive in two weeks.