Transplanted Life
Friday, August 12, 2005
For other people, it would just be looking silly.
Sat on my leg funny while reading on the bus today. Since it wasn't terribly crowded, I didn't have to move much, so I really didn't notice I was cutting off the blood flow from my knee down. End result, my leg's asleep, and when it comes time to get off the bus, I fall on my butt because it just doesn't seem to respond when I try to put my weight on it, and then I look like a fool trying to walk away.

This happens every once in a while, because I can be sort of absent-minded, and it happened to me a lot in my previous life, too. But every time it happens now, all I can think is, great, those nano-things have started to cause nerve damage after a couple years. Within ten minutes, everything's fine, and I know I should stop worrying about it, but who knows the long-term effects of this stuff? There's no reason to think I won't be in a wheelchair by the time I'm forty, or thirty-five, or ten, or however you want to reckon my age. After all, those nanos are still attached to my nerve cells - that's why they can tell how long it's been since someone has done the ol' switcheroo; they enter the bloodstream as they "fall off" the brain. Having a bunch of itty-bitty machines attached to one's central nervous system can't be healthy.

I suppose you could just pass it off as Robotulism...
"Having a bunch of itty-bitty machines attached to one's central nervous system can't be healthy."

Depends on the programming - they could end up saving (or pro-longing) your life.
Yeah, I'm sure Christopher Reeve would have given everything he had to have those itty-bitty machines if they'd allowed him to walk again.

Wonder why your white blood cells haven't gone crazy attacking the machines.
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