Chapter 27

Fight Fiona. Fight damn you. Don't let them do this!

Do what? Who was Fiona? And whose familiar voice did she hear, its echo fading as her brain computer interface came back online? In the midst of a system reboot, she could not prevent herself from hitting the ground face first, her limbs still frozen at her sides. Nor could she spit out the dirt clinging to her lips, grinding against her teeth and gums. Waiting for full mobility to return, her internal processor ran an analysis on her condition, blood ratio was adequate, heart was functioning at a proper level, auditory and visual receptors booting, nerve and muscle control imminent. Her diagnostic noticed some slight bruising and scrapes, minor matters already being tended by the nanobots in her circulatory system.