Consciousness. The slow creep of feeling returned to my body. The fog of sleep clung to the edge of my mind, refusing to clear. I opened my eyes. I squinted my right eye against the sudden flood of bright light. With a whir and a click, my left eye corrected for the light levels, enabling me to receive a clear view of the room from at least one eye. I sat up and looked down at my synthetic limbs. No longer frightened by t...