Astonishing...

“I’d like to get a patch cable to connect to a CD player,” I say.
“You’re connecting it to a speaker?” he says.
...
“Uh, no,” I say. I point again to the processor at my waist, and then to the back of my head. “This is a bionic ear. The patch cable will go in here. Then the sound’ll go into my head.”
He simply nods and turns back to the cables on the wall. I’m a little befuddled. Maybe he has customers walking into the store all the time asking how to plug things into themselves. He picks out a cable and hands it to me.
...
I’m hearing music that never exists as sound.
(From the book of Michael Chorost)