Controlled Surgery

Okay, prepped for surgery. Anaesthesia applied. Patient out. Scalpel. Just a thin slice around the cranium. Dab away the blood. Don’t forget the alcohol. Bone saw. Love the whir as the little blade spins… a miniature circular saw. Fragments of bone flying up. Good thing I’ve got goggles as well as a surgical mask. Right through there… that’s where it should be. It’s gotta be there. No way she’s been acting like that on her own volition. Just a couple millimeters… Not too deep. Okay.. insert probe. Activate camera. Slither through the frontal lobe into the limbic. Squiggle to left. Grey…red. It should be here. Where is it? Damn it! I know it’s there! Crap! No control module? What the fuck? You mean the bitch actually turned me down of her own free will? That makes no sense. Fuck! YANK! It’s hammer time!