John woke up again, feeling his consciousness starting to scatter.
Like a drowning man clutching at a last straw of hope, he desperately focused on the metallic apparatus suspended before him.
It was an alloy plate embedded in a mechanical arm, and through the distorted reflection, he could see his current state:
His head had been cut open.
Above the brow was all red, countless tubes connecting with his brain tissue.
His body was uncovered, the chest cavity propped open by metal.
Organs and muscles were all exposed to the air.
John opened his eyes wide, terrified half to death, letting out a desperate and frenzied scream…
"Ah——"
Then he sat up.
"Ah—— hu, hu, hu!"
John gasped desperately, his hands trembling. He tentatively turned his arms to examine them, seeing intact skin, familiar cooling vents, and couldn't help but lift them to touch his cheeks.
But there was nothing.
