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.