From Lexicon by Max Barry

“He’s coming around.”
“Their eyes always do that.”
The world was blurry. There was a pressure in his right eye. He said, Urk.
“Fuck!”
“Get the—”
“It’s too late, forget it. Take it out.”
“It’s not too late. Hold him.” A shape grew in his vision. He smelled alcohol and stale urine. “Wil? Can you hear me?”
He reached for his face, to brush away whatever was pressing there.
“Get his—” Fingers closed around his wrist. “Wil, it’s important that you not touch your face.”
“Why is he conscious?”
“I don’t know.”
“You fucked something up.”
“I didn’t. Give me that.”
A rustling. He said, Hnnn. Hnnnn.
“Stop moving.” He felt breath in his ear, hot and intimate. “There is a needle in your eyeball. Do not move.”
He did not move. Something trilled, something electronic. “Ah, shit, shit.”
“What?”
“They’re here.”
“Already?”
“Two of them, it says. We have to go.”
“I’m already in.”
“You can’t do it while he’s conscious. You’ll fry his brain.”
“I probably won’t.” An unsnapping of clasps.
“You can’t do it while he’s conscious, and we’re out of time, and he probably isn’t even the guy.”
“If you’re not helping, move out of the way.”
Wil said, “I . . . need . . . to . . . sneeze.”
“Sneezing would be a bad move at this point, Wil.” Weight descended on his chest. His vision darkened. His eyeball moved slightly. “This may hurt.”
A snick. A low electronic whine. A rail spike drove into his brain. He screamed.
“You’re toasting him.”
“You’re okay, Wil. You’re okay.”
“He’s . . . aw, he’s bleeding from his eye.”
“Wil, I need you to answer a few questions. It’s important that you answer truthfully. Do you understand?”
No no no—
“First question. Would you describe yourself as more of a dog person or cat person?”
What—
“Come on, Wil. Dog or cat?”
“I can’t read this. This is why we don’t do it when they’re conscious.”
“Answer the question. The pain stops when you answer the questions.”
Dog! he screamed. Dog please dog!
“Was that dog?”
“Yeah. He tried to say dog.”
“Good. Very good. One down. What’s your favorite color?”
Something chimed. “Fuck! Oh, fuck me!”
“What?”
“Wolf’s here!”
“That can’t be right.”
“It says it right fucking here!”
“Show me.”
Blue! he screamed into silence.
“He responded. You see?”
“Yes, I saw! Who cares? We have to leave. We have to leave.”
“Wil, I want you to think of a number between one and a hundred.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
“Any number you like. Go on.”
I don’t know—
“Concentrate, Wil.”
“Wolf is coming and you’re dicking around with a live probe on the wrong guy. Think about what you’re doing.”
Four I choose four—
“Four.”
“I saw it.”
“That’s good, Wil. Only two questions left. Do you love your family?”
Yes no what kind of a—
“He’s all over the place.”
I don’t have—I guess yes I mean yes everybody loves—
“Wait, wait. Okay. I see it. Christ, that’s weird.”
“One more question. Why did you do it?”
What—I don’t—
“Simple question, Wil. Why’d you do it?”
Do what do what what what—
“Borderline. As in, borderline on about eight different segments. I’d be guessing.”
I don’t know what you mean I didn’t do anything I swear I’ve never done anything to anyone except except I once knew a girl—
“There.”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
A hand closed over his mouth. The pressure in his eyeball intensified, became a sucking. They were pulling out his eyeball. No: It was the needle, withdrawing. He shrieked, possibly. Then the pain was gone. Hands pulled him upward. He couldn’t see. He wept for his poor abused eyeball. But it was still there. It was there.