The first thing I became aware of was the fact I was alive. I don't know how I could have been so sure; I couldn't feel anything, see anything… I wasn't even certain if I had eyes, or a body for that matter. I just… was.
It took a while of simply being before I became aware of other things; Like the fact that I was breathing. I knew it, because I was alive, and since being alive comes hand in hand with breathing, logic dictates that I must be doing just that. Only once I had reasoned that I simply must be breathing, did I become aware of my breaths; they were short and shallow, I could feel the air in my chest and in my nose and mouth, cold as it rushed in, warm as it left.
This was the moment where I first realised something was wrong. Purely because, now that I had reasoned myself into breathing and in turn become aware of my mouth, I could taste, and I tasted blood.
It was in this way that I continued to think myself into consciousness; bit by bit, finding, explaining and feeling my way back together. I had finally made it to being almost totally cognisant of my whole body; I was lying on my back on an uneven floor with one leg twisted awkwardly beneath the other, when all at once I realised I was in pain, a great deal of excruciating pain centered on my left eye.
I sat bolt upright with a hiss of discomfort and slammed my left hand over my eye. I shrieked as the pain worsened considerably, and immediately pulled my hand away again. I stared at the blood sliding down my palm and onto my wrist, and my breath caught in my throat.
Slower this time, I reached my hand again up to my left eye, probing gently around the swollen socket, my fingers sliding about in the fresh blood. It was gone. Not my eye of course, though that assessment was pending any possible infection of the huge wound that started below my eyebrow and roughly circumnavigated the inside of my eye socket. No, my integration unit had been very crudely removed, my left eye swollen shut from the trauma and my brain left reeling from the shock.
I finally pulled myself together enough to have a look round with my one currently working eye. At first I was unable to process what I was seeing without the constant inter-sensory input the now absent integration unit had once provided. Besides, there wasn't really much to work with. It was night time, and I was in one of the old recycling warehouses, surrounded by junk from all over the district. The huge building and high windows made a curl of panic alight in my chest, without the usually on hand access to my GPS location, map, and compass, I had no idea where I was.
I fainted at this point, from exhaustion and fear, but mostly mind-numbing shock; having the unit I had been born with ripped from my head with some sort of crude scalpel was akin to loosing both arms, and I think my brain really needed some alone time to think out how I could possibly survive without it.