Monday 27 November 2006

Narrator: Commander Andreyasn has no fewer than five major bone-breaks right now.

Narrator: The nanomachines in his blood have deadened all the pain. He feels nothing.

Narrator: Nothing, that is, but a rhythmic staccato of sharp tactile pulses in his broken right forearm.

Kevyn: Ow. Ooh. Ow. Ooh. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ooh.

Narrator: It is almost as if the nannies are trying to get his attention.

Nannite Conductor: Dust off those thermal synapses. We're going to play "my hand is on fire" next.