Turn me into a Nindroid? Is he serious?
"Naturally, the operation has its risks, but if it works, you'll be able to go back to your normal life." Cyrus said.
"What do you mean by if?" Mom asked.
"Well, like any surgery, there is the risk of death. And seeing as this hasn't been done before, it might not work."
I'm fine with it. I'm going to die anyway.
"I guess you could try it." Mom said finally.
"I can start the operation tomorrow morning." Cyrus said, heading towards the door. "I'll have P.I.X.A.L. help me bring in the tools." With that he left, the door closing behind him. Mom pulled a chair over, sitting down and stroking my hair.
"I hope that this works."
Yeah. Me to.
It was rather early in the morning when Cyrus came in. Behind him was a silver-colored girl with bright green eyes. She was carrying a large toolbox and a few blueprints.
"Hello." She said. Her voice had a glitchy tone to it. "My name is P.I.X.A.L." She set the items down on a table next to my bed.
"Could you ask the doctors for anesthetics?" Cyrus asked. Mom nodded before walking out of the room. A few minutes later she came in with a doctor who hooked another tube up to me. I barely even noticed the needle. After a few minutes Cyrus walked over to me with a sharp tool. Mom looked like she was going to faint. Luckily, I didn't feel any pain.