The Implant: A Chip takes Control

By Isabella Buchfink

Brain implants are the big hit. What has been developed to help people with disabilities move their bodies again is a technology with great potential.

Unfortunately, the technology falls into the wrong hands and is supposed to control people not only when they walk, but also when they think and feel.

A dramatic race for freedom and control begins.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Aug 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9783755450191

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Prolog

Disoriented, the man stumbled down the long corridor, stopping to read the signs on the doors, which all looked the same.

Dr. Tilman Weller, he read aloud, giggling, Surgery Assistent 2, Station 5. I found you!

He knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Must be having a coffee break, he grinned, or flirting with one of the young sisters. Can't even blame him.

Again he giggled like a schoolboy.

Then the surgery room isn't far either, he mused aloud, I have to ask Weller what we're going to operate on today. Not that I'm going to remove an appendix, even though the patient has a brain aneurysm.

He burst out laughing again.

I'll have to tell Dr. Weller about that right away, he chuckled, if I can find him anywhere.

A nurse came hurrying down the aisle.

Professor, there you are, she called out to him reproachfully, we've been looking for you everywhere. You shouldn't be walking around here alone in your... condition!

Oh Sister Nora! he laughed amused, you're funny! Somehow I got totally lost again. I don't know what's going on with me today, but I'm kind of in a good mood. Where are we actually?

It's all right, Herr Professor, the nurse answered patiently, here's your office. Just sit down at the desk. Dr. Weller has everything under control.

Drama in the Discotheque

The music was loud and the dance floor was packed with people dancing to the rhythm of the beat. Some all by themselves, many with a partner and some in a small group of friends who met regularly on Saturday nights at the 'Club Colosseum'.

Isabella had come with her friend Corinna. She was glad that she had finally turned sixteen and that her parents were allowing her to go out until 11am.

The interior of the 'Club Colosseum' was designed like a Roman arena. In the center of the circular building was the dance floor, separated from the outer ring by columns and arches made of Styrofoam and plaster. There were comfortable lounges where you could sit comfortably, and there was also a well-stocked bar where colorful cocktails were mixed. If you were old enough for it.

Her friend gave her a sign. You couldn't talk at that volume, but they understood each other really well without words. The two girls left the dance floor and went to the women's room, checked the make-up and corrected it a bit until everything looked perfect again.

Did you see the guy at the bar who kept looking at us? Corinna asked her, I think he likes you.

Are you sure? Isabella wasn't. There were so many exciting women in the club and she always had the feeling that nobody but her friend was interested in her.

But of course, Corinna assured her, that was obvious. If you don't screw it up, he'll make you happy tonight.

It shouldn't be me, laughed Isabella.

Have you got the condom?

Isabella slid her hand into the pocket of her tight black pants, making sure she was prepared. Corinna had told her about her last visit here. She and her friend waited impatiently for two weeks until they finally knew that their negligence had no consequences that they would regret for the rest of their lives.

All right, she said to Corinna.

Hearts pounding, they returned to the room and sat at the bar.

The young man looked at Isabella and she smiled at him. He had actually noticed her.

I'm going to go dancing, Corinna shouted in her ear, have fun!

A little later he sat down with her.

Hey, beautiful, he said to her, I've noticed you all along. Can I buy you something to drink?

I'd love to, she smiled. He looked a lot better up close than from afar, a coke would be great.

He got up and squeezed through the group that had formed around them.

I'm Marcel, he introduced himself when he finally brought her the coke.

Isabella, she replied, taking a long sip from her coke.

Nice to meet you, Isabella, Marcel told her, Wow, you have beautiful eyes!

He didn't really care about her eyes. Other body parts interested him much more. Shouldn't he lay her before he delivered her?

He sighed. His client wouldn't like that. His instructtions had been clear and precise. What a pity!

Thank you, beamed the girl, you're nice. Her smile was almost irresistible.

Corinna came over to her and she apologized to Marcel, don't run away, I'll be right back, she said to him.

Well, how's it going? Corinna asked her.

Oh he's cute, beamed Isabella, I'm sure he really cares about me.

Then take him, her friend encouraged her, you deserve to have fun.

Isabella got a little embarrassed. Now there was no turning back. She had the boy hooked. In fact, nothing could go wrong now. Once again she checked that the bag with the condom was really in her pocket.

Corinna took her in her arms and hugged her. Have fun, she grinned.

I'll have that, she replied, and she returned to Marcel at the bar.

Would you like to dance? she asked him and drank the last of her coke. The last sip tasted bitter, but she didn't think about it.

I'd love to, he said, taking her hand and leading her onto the dance floor.

They danced close together in the dense crowd of other guests. Isabella met his eyes and he let his eyes travel over her body. Her legs danced all by themselves to the fast rhythm of the music. His admiring looks and anticipation for the rest of the night intoxicated her even more than the fun of the dance and the music.

It made her a little dizzy, but she tried to ignore it. She would enjoy this night to the full, that much was clear.

She tripped over her