"You may have noticed noticed my condition. Bad wiring. Reflexes. Wired
reflexes. I got one of the first sets. A black-market prototype. Back in thirty. 
I was twenty years old and I was red-hot. For eight years I was amazing. No one ever knew I was around. I was fast. Quiet. Someone
coming? Phht! I was gone. Gone, gone, gone. A ghost. But last year the wiring 
started going bad. Neural connections wearing away or something. Hey, I’m not a
lit, you know. I don’t know this stuff. I just want to use it. Use it. Actually,
it was going before that. And, people would say, Eddy, what’s with the twitch?
Just every once in a while, I didn’t even notice it. I’d say, Nothing, nothing.
What’re you talking about, and I’d ignore it. But last last last year, sonny, I
got slammed, slammed hard by some guards at Ares security. I just lost it, right 
there on the job. My body started to flop like a fish all over the floor. These 
guards find me like a water spirit trapped in a concrete block, you know, 
slamming my head against the floor trying to get out. I didn’t know what the
frag was going on.