No alternative

You start to swim, the pain in your legs smarting from the saltwater, your blood trailing. You only get a few strokes after recovering from the throw until...

BAM!

You feel something slam into you, the air **** out of your lungs.

Before you can recover your breath you feel a sharp pain in your throat as Whistle rips it out. Your vision goes black, the pain fades away until you feel no pain; you feel nothing, no stimulus. You must be dead. Now you had to wait for your biochip to be released for your body to be reformed.