You were the first person to install a braindance recorder. Basically a gopro behind your eyes, you thought. Not a big deal. Corps paid you in gold to ignore the warnings - you were happy to oblige. It didn't hurt much when they installed the gear. Layered about your neurons like a heaping portion of maple syrup on disgusting diner pancakes. You thought it might unnerve you to have so much metal in your head, but you didn't even notice. It bothered you how much you didn't notice. They wouldn't let you see the footage, and they didn't tell you why. Eventually you started getting strange emails from the Doctors. "What are you seeing?" without reference to anything specific. "Do you feel anything behind you? 6 feet to the back?" You had no idea what the hell they were talking about. Eventually they called you into the office, to the place where you got the surgery. They seemed nervous, like an engineer on a sinking ship without the gear to patch the holes. They offered you a tablet, upon which was a third-person recording of you in your home. You didn't know how they got that angle. Something about spatio-temporal neuronal firing reconstruction. Didn't matter, anyway. It was clear what they wanted you to see. A dozen little winged creatures, following you around. The you in the video walks into the kitchen, then the bathroom. They didn't censor anything. Somehow you didn't realize participation in this experiment would mean the Doctors see you naked. So it goes. You keep walking around, eventually leaving your house. The video blurs a bit, until you pass someone on the street. Little winged creatures, following her around too. Less than behind you, but certainly there. At this point you aren't sure what to make of things - what are they? Why were they only visible on a braindance? The Doctors ask you some more questions, but you only remember the last one: "Do you ever feel like the world is waking up?"