Voices in my head.

When I woke up, I came out of my hiding place. There was a noise in my head, but through the noise I could hear barely perceptible voices, with orders to pick up the sheep's chip. Who was speaking? And why me? I didn't understand. But the voices were too convincing. After examining my body, torn by the cyberprostheses, and gathering my thoughts in my head, I set off.