- Are you alright? - Cuss-Bert sat next to me at the riverbank. - You made me walk all the way out here, and you haven't even said anything yet.
I looked at them. Whatever it was I liked about them was there even though they were without all their usual looks and implants.
- What happened to us, can you tell? Where are we?
- You promised me a river, don't you remember? You wanted me to come with you.
- Is this the river? That river?
They giggled, then looked at me.
- Anything can be that river. A promise is a promise, and we are here. Do you need more?
I looked at myself. My hands, my skin, all of me was the same as I used to be before the implants. Even my fingers felt intact.
- Is this a dream? A prison perhaps? - I turned to Cuss-Bert. - I remember a room where I lay in the dark
