• "No, not those kinds. My pecs still aren't titties. So I got this headgear from a chick named Charlotte (jus' sayin' that name gimme shivers). An approachable person, fer someone who happens to be a human only from the waist up. Maybe that's why I let her open up my "thick skull" and screw around with my "little brain". Also, she had a pretty funny attitude; a little manic, wicked smart, an' prob'ly just a little sadistic. Most people'd find that unsettlin', especially seein' as the last thing I saw before I got knockout was a slasher-grin. On went the mask, and I got lights out. She must have been fiddlin' in my braincase a good few hours. I woke up, an' somethin' in my head an' eyes didn't quite feel right. Like there was somethin' in me that didn't belong. (Duh, I know.)
It's really a strange thing to behold, touchin' an' holdin' things your brain says are there but the universe says ain't. It's like touchin' an elastic sheet as yer brain says "Nope, that shit's definitely real: stop".
The voices of my team come into my ears clear as a bell. These shapes, sharp as a tack an' solid to boot. They gimme so much information. The world is at my fingertips. Although they give my eyes this odd glow, like I'm that blonde kid with the buzz-katana. Even down to the piercin' red stare when I get angry. That's jus' my displays turnin' red fer battle an' displayin' the crucial info as I need.
So far, only one problem. Doc Charlotte told me that I should limit the amount of info what rushes into my brain. Of course I'd try to link with every one of my soldiers while perched in my chair on the bridge of my massive WiFi airship. I felt really drunk an' really lopsided. They told me I had a brutal stroke (as if some of 'em are actually "friendly"). I got better, but accordin' to this thing, my brain's now at 93% of pre-op efficiency. ....Pretty sure I got more fleas than I do brain cells at this point.
Also, at some point in the past couple'a days, this mark on my chest got bigger. It's not a cancer, I dunno what, but it still feels scaly.
Me an' Ciara had a spat about this while we were on the beach. Somethin' about how everythin' I do takes my health bit-by-bit. As good as the headgear was, it's not fast enough to react to the swipes of the Purple Tornado. Just as well, I had to shut it off or I'd be a big hypocrite. Tears happened, an' I came off worse than she did. Then my kid got annoyed and/or traumatised at us fighting, an' got her new dragon friend to... Well... Let's jus' say the night vision module in my eyeballs came in handy."

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So here's a sort of picture I made. Bleh. No enthusiasm today. Or the past few months.

Make it stoooopp...

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