It was the week of your 18th birthday, you’d had a modest party to celebrate coming of age with your friends and family, but now you found yourself at the medical centre, waiting in a small room. You’d been preparing for this day for a while. A few appointments a month or two ago, looking up online others experiences and reading all the literature given to you by the doctors. You were only a little nervous, besides, over 100,000 people turn 18 every week in the US and have one of the procedures done, and there were very few risks and complications.
“Are you ready?” A voice called from the doorway. It woke you from your daydream. It was the doctor, beckoning you to follow her through.
“Yes.” You replied as you stood and stepped through into the next room.
It was dim compared to the waiting room before, a medical bed sat centrally in the room with a large display panel in the direction the bed was facing. A small door to the side was ajar to what must have been the control room. Above the bed was a device on rails attached to the ceiling. Well not just a device, ‘The Device’.