Thirty-two white horses on a red hill
I’m now operating with a full stable, though one of the nags is made of titanium and lord knows what other artificial substances. I’ve completed my previously-mentioned journey of cybernetic enhancement: they put in my “new tooth” last night.
First thing I did was eat Chinese takeout. So far so good.
I’ve had a gap in my molars as long as I can remember, so having it filled is a little disconcerting. I really don’t know where to put my tongue anymore. As is the way with mouths, my mouth thinks the new addition is an interloping giant, though to look at it in the mirror it’s only slightly larger than the equivalent on the other side, and is nearly indistinguishable from the real thing by sight. They matched the colour really quite impressively.
I think once I’ve learned to chew again properly I’ll quite like having an unbroken line of molars at my disposal. In the interim, I’ll just allocate more time for lunch.
i often wonder if the reason things sometimes feel so big inside our mouths is that the density of nerves on the tongue is about 2x as the rest of the body… effectively, the tongue’s resoultion is twice as good as the fingers, but the brain is set to view things by finger-resoultion.