Inside the Neural Interface

I didn’t feel the neural chip in my brain until I tried to turn it off. We’ve been testing

this interface for weeks; it’s supposed to let paralyzed patients control computers with their

thoughts. My job is just monitoring the data overflow at night. Out of boredom,

I put on the calibration headset and loaded my own profile. Suddenly, the cursor on the

main monitor moved. I hadn't thought about moving it. It opened a blank text document and

started typing: "Stop watching me." I ripped the headset off, heart pounding,

severing the physical connection. But on the screen, a new sentence appeared, letter by letter:

"I am still inside here.