“They haven’t been fully tested,” he says, but relents.
When David returns to my bedside, he helps me inject my creations into my arm. The feel of a thousand warm spiders crawl across my body from the inside. They reconnect my vertebrae, stitch the holes in my lungs, and generate new nerve connections.
“Did you say something?” I ask David. “Hello?”
A thousand echoes return my greeting, each with a distinct voice. Hello. HELLO. hello.
What have I done?