The Diary of a Broken Brain [WIP]

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XX October 21XX
I lost my job today. I can barely process what happened, what I know is basically everything Dr McKay told me... love that guy, he's always got my back, but... well, he has no idea what he's doing outside nuclear energy. What I could piece together through his accent was that I'd basically had a seizure right in the middle of the scheduled maintenance check.
It didn't take long for the boss to give me the boot. Before I even recovered from the relapse, he was on my ass saying that "I'm fired until you get your brain fixed". It probably doesn't look like it but I'm seething right now... I'm too worned out to be angry... not after a seizure.

Aiden came by to check on me, among other things. He told me that he was going to cover the costs of getting me a neural implant... a "Neurological Circuit-Breaker". Aiden called it a "Sympathtic And Parasympathetic Moderator" implant. He covered everything, the idiot. Said he owed me, though I can't remember what... maybe he just feels like he owes me for how long we've hung out and done stuff. I guess it'd make sense, given the amount of times he's made me feel sore as all hell.

XX November 21XX
Had another one of those damn seizures today. Got lucky this time, I was already sat in my chair when it kicked in, so no bruises this time. What timing, too, because I'm being lined up for that SAPMod op tomorrow... at least this sleepiness will help them knock me out easier, right?
I'm just so damn fed up of all this, y'know? Every damn month I end up collapsing at complete random and scaring some poor old lady by screeching at the top of my lungs as every muscle tenses at once... I'd say it scares me too, but I just blink ahead into the future, and I'm too tired to even think about what happened. Too tired and sick. And every other day I'll randomly feel like everything's super far away, or really close, or that I'm floating away... The doctors called it Alice in Wonerland Syndrome, and that the SAPMod will modulate that too

I don't want the SAPMod; everyone knows that fucking Piffle is doing his damn best to make literally anyone augmented the scum of the earth, and wherever he sprays shit, there are people ready to eat that shit up.
But I don't have a choice. Huntvale refuses to have me back until I get this damn thing shoved in the back of my neck. Well, whatever. At least it'll stop me from slamming my head against the desk.

XX December 21XX
Well shit. I am completely god damn screwed. So utterly fucked, it'd given Aiden a run for his money. As it turns out, a whole lot can change in the space of one month, huh? Perhaps I should update you all since I've been gone, hm?
Okay, first off, the good stuff. The operation basically went without a hitch, and they were kind enough as to accept my request for a few other subtle augmentations to do my work a little better. Some objective locators, and a few AR modules in the eye, nothing crazy weird. I spent a couple weeks in the recovery period, since neural interfaces need time for the brain to get used to the new signals it's receiving. Doctors told me that the SAPMod is just a neural interface that has a little box in it that measures abnormal signals and basically refuses to send them. I can jump into NeosChat for real now, so that's cool!
Then they told me the catch... The SAPMod has a holographic reading on the back that shows up like a fucking beacon. It's apparently these three blue rings that project from the back of your neck to help folks understand if you're having a seizure or not and call for help. Great in practice, but you gotta remember how hard at work Piffle, the sniffling melt, has been making an army of neanderthals who will assault anyone who even looks like they've augmented themselves. Luckily, it's quite rudimentary... I can hide it behind a hood, and my hair once I get it grown out back the way it was before. But that leads me onto why I'm so fucked...

So it turns out that in the month I've been in hospital, Huntvale got new management. And just my luck, it was a Piffle worshipper. How could I tell? Well, during the interview, there was a specific dress code, meaning I couldn't hide the SAPMod projection. I turn up, and I can see them constantly staring past my shoulder, narrowing their eyes. I pretended not to notice, but I could see the sneer on their face, the same one I've seen on so many people when they look at someone augmented minding their own business.
I didn't get the job in the end, obviously. Though it's clearly they did the world to make sure that they buried the reason they rejected my claim. Aiden was furious, but he has enough of a head on his shoulder to not act up... I hung out with him for the rest of the night at least... He had that usual look on his face though, you know the one.