My body shakes, the new implant groans as it rubs
  painfully against recently exposed bone.
  Agony.

  My very soul seems to revolt from the "alien" touch
  of the implast-coated 'trode.
  Torture.

  The new "flesh" convulses spasmoticaly.  I'm unable
  to stop myself as I rip my still beating heart from
  my own chest.
  Death.
                      Morat the Black [CHAOS CT] '93