Flesh Hackers And Bioengineers Want Their Bodies Filled With Implantables NOW—Is 666 The Spirit Of The Age?
Ryan Mills snaps black surgical gloves on his hands and plucks a syringe off a paper-shrouded tray. Its 10-gauge needle gleams under the fluorescent lights. Hidden inside the tip is a half-inch long electronic implant. Mills prepares for the procedure with professional quickness and ease that come with experience. He’s done more than 50 implants in 2015, here at the Skin Art Gallery tattoo parlor in Addison. Mills’ ears, stretched to accommodate platters, today are adorned with brass rings that dangle just past his jaw line. The empty, elongated lobes sway a little as he preps the table. Anthony E., the implant’s 37-year-old recipient, eyes the syringe. His skin has been inked with tattoos, flayed and branded for aesthetic scarring and punctured with fishhooks. His tongue’s been split in two and his arms are lumped with ridges and shapes, silicon implants that he says were installed in protracted, bloody procedures. “I’m a big fan of sensation,” Anthony says. (He’s a social worker who asked we not include his last name.) “It’s not really about how extreme the sensation is. I just want to know what these things feel like.”