21 August 2058. They say I am to keep a detailed record of my feelings, my perceptions, as I grow accustomed to the new parts. To that end, they gave me an apparatus that blind people use for writing, like a tablet with guide wires. It is somewhat awkward. But a recorder would be useless, since I will not have a mouth for some time, and I can’t type blind with only one hand. | Copyright 1985 by Joe Haldeman Originally appeared in Playboy. Reprinted by permission of the author. Narrated by Stefan Rudnicki.
