Every night now I’m woken by the orb in my chest humming. For a moment I think of that half memory I have of my mother singing. The wordless song. The distant hum. I lie there in bed and put my hand on it. My cold hand slowly grows warm and the warmth spreads through my body. I lie there and I tell myself that if I hold my hand on the orb long enough the heat from it will burn all my enhancements away. I close my eyes and will the heat to find its way into my brain and set my core system to flame. I don’t even care if it means I die. When they aren’t telling me what to do, when they leave me alone, I get feelings like this but still I wake up and obey every word they say. I forgot the heat. I forget that I’m not who I’m meant to be.