Crossposted to my own LJ
Jan. 5th, 2006 10:53 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Woke up facing myself in the mirror. Carrie was in the shower by that point. I stared at my reflection, in shock that I had a cyber-arm. There was a definate join and it looked different and felt kind of numb. Carrie looked at me in my puzzled state and explained that the 'join' was the impression left by Annabelle's nightwear and the numbness was due to the fact that she sleeps on her side. "Oh," says I, disapointed "so not a cyber-arm then?". "No," explains Carrie "if it was I'd let you know straight away 'honey, the doctors stitched a new arm to you'. I love the way you jump immediately to the most obvious conclusion."
Its not my fault a lifetime of sci-fi and switching has left me not just prepared for oddness but actively expecting it. Hell, I even have my escape planned for when the zombies come, and a code to give to myself should I ever need to talk to my future self. I suspect sometimes that I over-prepare for the improbable and under prepare for the inevitable.