Insidious

"Awr." moaned a woman, as I stirred. "He's gonna live."

"Well, good for him. Good for him. Dead people make poor components." there was a clang of tiny metal objects clacking together. <1>

One of the first things you become aware of, it is said, is whether you are waking up in your own bed. I guess the leather slab I was lying on didn't count. At least it provided some insulation from the floor below. Not much, but some.

There was enough gunk sealing up my eyelids that I had to pry them open with my fingers. Nothing resembling light registered.

[Serious Injury: Missing Eyeballs (fast healing).]

Right. Thanks, System. As if I were likely to forget.

I let out a yawn and smacked my lips together a few times. "When is the next meal?" I asked.

"Got me some shit stored over in the corner, if you're hungry." the male said.

"I'm afraid we bio-people need different food." I said.