“I’m afraid the results of your last round of tests were somewhat concerning,” he said gently. “The neuro-implant sites are beginning to deteriorate.”
She sucked a breath in, forcing herself to remain calm. They’d told her during her initial surgery the implants would last forever. They’d lied. The devices merged to her nervous system had never been produced with longevity in mind. The manufacturers had cut corners, counting on the soldiers being dead long before the implants gave out.
“Okay,” she nodded, not looking forward to another round of surgeries and mentally totting up what she had saved and how long she could afford to be in recovery. Good medical care was expensive, and she needed the best. “How long do I have? I’ll have to arrange some time off for the replacement.”
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