Escape Pod

That Tear Problem
by Natalia Theodoridou

"Now flex your arm," the controller said. Her voice sounded dry and mechanical through the speakers.

"The real one or the other one?" I asked and immediately received a neuro-ping: You are real.

"Both your arms are real, soldier," she said.

I always thought of her as a woman, but really it was just a voice. There was no way to tell gender.

Focus.

"Right. Which one do you want me to flex?"

"The left one."

I flexed my left arm. It's one of the limbs they rebuilt after the accident. The Neuropage pinged me again, just in case: You are real. All this is real. I wondered if they figured out I had found the glitch. Was that what prompted this ping? But it couldn't be; the pager was supposed to be entirely incorporated into the nervous system. No outside access available.

Unless that was a lie, too.