she will, in essence, have man's accumulated knowledge in her mind' 'Because her brain has access to the internet, she will be able to access information locally, and from around the world. I know this is difficult, but there are some positives' You will need to physically push a button on the back of her head to wake her up, and one of you will need to press the button when she wants to go to sleep. This part of her brain will control her sleeping schedule, her reflexes, and maybe some interplay in her thoughts. 'About a third of her brain is hard-wired now, and it's connected to a network. When we were signing papers, the doctor gave us instructions about how her new life would be going forward. It was a two-week recovery in the hospital before she was finally able to be discharged. Fuck, I wanted her to be able to go sky diving like she wanted. I just wanted to be able to hold my wife in my arms, to have that hope for the life we dreamed of together. A microchip in her brain, some wiring, it was all cherries to me. Of course, I was going to say yes to anything that might possibly increase the chances of Terri staying alive. Thankfully we were near a hospital, and the ambulance arrived after I called emergency services, she was in the hospital pretty quickly.ДЄ surgeon spoke to me, and I barely remember it, asking questions that he knew the answer to. Son of a bitch ran off after that, maybe he thought he had gotten in too deep, maybe he just wanted to shoot someone. Trying desperately to stay alive, hoping that there might be time to save her. I looked at her crumpled on the ground, trying to stifle any reaction. She started to turn around and didn't even make it halfway before there was a gunshot, and she collapsed to the ground. She didn't even know that classmate, she just knew that she had to stand up to bullies, it was like an instinct for her. She was the one who in high school spent a week in suspension because she hit another kid with a crowbar because that kid wouldn't stop making fun of another classmate for being gay. Terri was the adventurer though, she was the brave one, the one wouldn't take shit from anybody no matter how much bigger or stronger they were. 'Turn around, and I'll put a bullet in your fucking head,' the voice said with a convicted authority. It's easy now to feel alone in the world. I would call it fate, but sometimes I don't even think a God could be quite cruel enough to allow this. It occurred to me then that there wasn't anyone around, we had never had any problems in this city, tonight was our unlucky night. She stopped, and I stopped right there on the sidewalk.

We were about a block away from our car when I saw a hand creep over Teresa's shoulder. We had parked a bit further away but didn't mind at all, there are few small pleasures more delectable than a walk through the city in a cool breeze while holding the hand of your beloved. It was a wonderful evening, with a bright moon out, and only a couple of gray clouds. We finished our meals, paid our tab, and walked out the door holding hands, a little tipsy, and very in love with each other. And I only assume my ultimate willingness to go along with these adventures was a reason she married me. Truthfully, I couldn't argue with her much, we both knew that her sense of adventure was one of the many reasons I married her in the first place.

'Fun is also jumping out of planes, Dave' 'Fun? Fun is a night out at a club, and a movie' 'Dave, I love you, but marrying you doesn't mean that I can't have fun' 'How about you don't take any risks at all?' Obviously, I can't die if I'm a mother, I won't be able to take risks like that anymore' 'I didn't say we, you don't have to go if you don't want to, I want to go. 'Sky diving? that sounds horrifying, and why before our kid?' 'Before we have a kid - before I get pregnant, I want to go sky diving' She sipped her glass of chardonnay, and looked away thoughtfully for a moment, and turned to me. Occasionally she would have a drop of alfredo just below her lip that she would gingerly dab with a cloth before indulging in the life we were both looking ahead to. We talked about our plans to have a child, what we might name them, what school we would send them to - the sort of plans that leak their way into fantasies. It was just earlier that evening that we were at an Italian restaurant, I got a lasagna, and she got fettuccini alfredo with shrimp like she always does. Maybe the surgeons shouldn't have let me in the room, but it was my wife, and I demanded to see what was happening to her even if I couldn't understand. I can tell you with confidence that watching her on that surgery table with her skull open while they wired up her brain was the most traumatic experience of my life. My wife and me have been together for a couple of years now, and it has been a beautiful marriage.

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