Your body was beyond saving.

"I'm not going to lie to you," The old man answers. "You were hit in the neck and your spinal column was severed. Your mind was still intact, but cut off from all motor function entirely. It is possible that given time you may have awoken from the non-responsive coma you were in, but you would still have been completely pasralysed. You may have continued to exist in that state for years possibly, but would have been hooked up to machines that controlled even your breathing and fed through a tube with other tubes inserted to drain the waste."

"Fuck, that's worse than ****." You swear. "That's why I can't move right, I'm paralysed?"

You may not be the smartest or most scientifically minded, but you've seen movies of people stuck in iron lungs or lying on hospital beds hooked up to monitors with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling. The worse kind of prison where your body itself is a cell with no opportunity for parole. Something is off though and it takes a few seconds for your confused and horrified mind to process it. The doctor, or whatever he is has been using the past tense.

"Oh no, not paralysed," The elderly man answers. "At least not in the same sense as you were. For the moment the motor functions of your new body are inactivated, but that is temporary."

"Wait, what the fuck are you talking about? What new body?" You can feel anger and frustration, but realise that you cannot even sense a heartbeat or breath that should be racing in panic right now.

"Oh yes, I suppose I should explain that part." The man says absently as if the thought had only just occured to him. "Your mind was really the only viable part of you left, your new body is entirely synthetic, a construct."

"A machine? Is this some cybercop thing, I'm like a robot now?" You demand, you try to look down but even your eyes won't budge and you cannot do anything but stare upwards at the man's face.

"Well I would not term it that crudely, the synthetic body I created is completely lifelike. Perfectly so in fact." The man's voice betrays intense pride. "Without detailed examination it would be impossible to tell from a living body."

"If it's that fucking perfect then show me." You want to shout and scream at the old man, but even the volumn or emotion of your voice is not under your control.

"Well I had planned to interview you somewhat longer before moving to that stage." The old man seems to be considering the request. "I suppose that showing you your new form will speed up the process of reorientation though."

The old man's face disappears from your fuield of view and in it's place a monitor screen on an articulated arm is swung into its place. After a second or two the screen lights up and the image of a body lying on a padded bench appears, your new body.