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He blinked, sight still blurry and head throbbing. He hadn’t remembered much in fact now that he thought about it chunks of memory seemed to be missing as well, but that didn’t bother him so much as the arm that, despite being metallic in what he could make out in blurry detail, but firmly attached to him. He could feel it through the haze- a chill. His entire body seemed to be colder than normal. The vague echoing noise of voices talking. The pitch darkness beyond the limb he was fixated on. He tried diverting his attention, but he couldn’t- certain thoughts simply wouldn’t come, and the ones that did didn’t fit together as if they should but simply couldn’t. It wasn’t til a loud beep permeated the fuzzy haze that he could tear his eyes away.

”Subject heartrate normal. All augmentations accepted,” a cold, impersonal female voice stated. More murmurings, only this time louder and not so ominous.

”Calibrating sensors” It continued. There was a distinct click and whiz, and suddenly his vision returned to normal and while not much of the clear scene he understood he could make out what the shapes were. They were people, surrounding large machines of some sort. They were smiling at him, congratulating him, and it wasn’t til a small jolt that their words were audible, though they still made no neural connection.

”Welcome, Mr. Watson, back from the dead,” the first man, short and pudgy, tried to tell him. The only word that hit was “Watson.” His name was Watson, from what he could tell.

Another click, and the full impact of what the man had said- the cold feeling, the arm suddenly came into clarity and he let out a high pitched shriek. He started breathing harder, looking down only to see a thin cyborg arm connected to a VERY feminine body.

”What did you do to me,” he demanded, struggling against his bonds. The man nodded to some sort of Robot, which had approached him, and suddenly another jolt left Watson immobile in the chair in which he sat.

”Being dead for a thousand years would cause some detiriation, I suppose,” the man muttered gravely, now nervously pacing before approaching Watson once more.

He cleared his throat. “Ahem, well, this is certainly awkward. I am going to release the muscle in your head and neck and I want a simple yes or no answer. Nothing more fancy, alright?” Watson wanted to nod no, but found he couldn’t nod at all. Then all at once his head released, and he found he could talk once more.

”Firstly, do you remember donating your body to science?”

Memories flashed- he HAD! It was part of some silly drive his kids were running and he had figured it was better than the ol’ funeral anyways. Maybe they could even resurrect him. He opened his mouth and tried to explain, but all that came out was an emphatic “YES.”

”Don’t stress yourself, Mr. Watson, we will fully mobalize you soon. Short and sweet ‘yes’ or ‘no’ if you will,” the scientist chuckled, “now do you remember dying?”

Memory, with a jolt, returned once again. He HAD died-obviously, but he could remember how. It was a car crash that had resulted in him bleeding out among the wreckage. He winced in pain as the feeling returned to him once more- this time only giving what the scientist wanted. “Yes,” he answered, his soprano voice echoing around the apparently cavernous area.

”Well then I can fill you in on the rest,” the scientist explained, “You see, your body was put into cryogenic storage- besides bones and blood loss there wasn’t anything wrong with you. Unfortunately that was in the EARLY days of cryogenic freezing so it wore off centuries later. Your family, however, was kind enough to donate your body to my great grandfather’s grand brain upload experiment, and so…we sort of uploaded your brain into a synthetic chip and installed it in a prototype body.” Half of what the man had enthusiastically explained Watson had not understood- but enough for him to get the gist of it. He was apparently years in the future- he had gotten his wish. He tried talkig again, but found all he could do was plead with his eyes

The scientist sighed. “Alright, give him basic speech function.” Another pop and jolt and Watson found he could once more speak.

”Why…why a girl’s body,” he asked.

The scientist for once shifted his weight uncomfortably. “We…uh…sort of had no choice. We needed a unit, the brain of the girl we had planned to use failed in transfer so all we had was one unit and one ‘brain’- yours.” Watson glared at the man.

”You can’t be serious,” he muttered under his breath, turning away.

”I am, and I am sorry,” The scientist apologized, “but think of it this way- you are eternally young again- by phenotype once you are finished you will look and be able to function as if you were a normal twenty one year old girl! You will also be living with your long forward great grandchildren!”

”Wait, how far forward,” Watson asked.

”Oh, we switched calendars- I’d say in old earth years 1,527?” Machines were already busily releasing him, and he found that he was calmly accepting the scientist’s help up and out of the chair and donning a set of charcoal colored scrub uniform.

The thought escaped his lips. “Uh… why am I doing this so calmly?”

”Because, my dear, you have much to learn. You aren’t totally free movement quite yet.” His reassuring smile seemed the very opposite at that moment, yet he felt no will to disobey the scientist as he ushered Watson in the door from the brightly lit metallic hall into a smaller, cozier room. To his surprise, it was more familiar- colorful wallpaper and wood panel floors adorned the small area where just outside cold white metal covered the hall. It was decorated simply enough- a single sized bed, night stand, and dresser. Light from some source poured in from an adjacent window, despite him not seeing any windows or signs of an external wall from the outside.

”The light comes from a LED sun lamp. Much more superior than those wimpy little ones you had in 2013,” the scientist explained with a smirk.

”But the entire room, its-“

”Designed to make you as comfortable as possible whilst you stay here. We figured that it wasn’t fair to deprive you of everything you knew.” Watson turned to analyze the grinning man.

”I still don’t-“

”Understand? Yes, and you won’t for a long time. Just get some rest, the bed reacts as a magnetic charger, and in the morning we can get more sorted out. Just know that everything is going fine; as difficult it is going to be humanity deserves to thank you for this contribution.” Watson felt compelled to follow- he laid down in the bed and instantly felt a warm buzz.

”Wait, I don’t even know who you are,” he called to the departing man.

”My name is Emar Johnson or Mr. Johnson for you,” he told Watson, “but we shall find out more about each other later. For now sleep tight.” The warm buzz was having a drowsy effect on Watson, who found he was succumbing to its lull.

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He blinked, sight still blurry and head throbbing. He hadn’t remembered much in fact now that he thought about it chunks of memory seemed to be missing as well, but that didn’t bother him so much as the arm that, despite being metallic in what he could make out in blurry detail, but firmly attached to him. He could feel it through the haze- a chill. His entire body seemed to be colder than normal. The vague echoing noise of voices talking. The pitch darkness beyond the limb he was fixated on. He tried diverting his attention, but he couldn’t- certain thoughts simply wouldn’t come, and the ones that did didn’t fit together as if they should but simply couldn’t. It wasn’t til a loud beep permeated the fuzzy haze that he could tear his eyes away.

”Subject heartrate normal. All augmentations accepted,” a cold, impersonal female voice stated. More murmurings, only this time louder and not so ominous.

”Calibrating sensors” It continued. There was a distinct click and whiz, and suddenly his vision returned to normal and while not much of the clear scene he understood he could make out what the shapes were. They were people, surrounding large machines of some sort. They were smiling at him, congratulating him, and it wasn’t til a small jolt that their words were audible, though they still made no neural connection.

”Welcome, Mr. Watson, back from the dead,” the first man, short and pudgy, tried to tell him. The only word that hit was “Watson.” His name was Watson, from what he could tell.

Another click, and the full impact of what the man had said- the cold feeling, the arm suddenly came into clarity and he let out a high pitched shriek. He started breathing harder, looking down only to see a thin cyborg arm connected to a VERY feminine body.

”What did you do to me,” he demanded, struggling against his bonds. The man nodded to some sort of Robot, which had approached him, and suddenly another jolt left Watson immobile in the chair in which he sat.

”Being dead for a thousand years would cause some detiriation, I suppose,” the man muttered gravely, now nervously pacing before approaching Watson once more.

He cleared his throat. “Ahem, well, this is certainly awkward. I am going to release the muscle in your head and neck and I want a simple yes or no answer. Nothing more fancy, alright?” Watson wanted to nod no, but found he couldn’t nod at all. Then all at once his head released, and he found he could talk once more.

”Firstly, do you remember donating your body to science?”

Memories flashed- he HAD! It was part of some silly drive his kids were running and he had figured it was better than the ol’ funeral anyways. Maybe they could even resurrect him. He opened his mouth and tried to explain, but all that came out was an emphatic “YES.”

”Don’t stress yourself, Mr. Watson, we will fully mobalize you soon. Short and sweet ‘yes’ or ‘no’ if you will,” the scientist chuckled, “now do you remember dying?”

Memory, with a jolt, returned once again. He HAD died-obviously, but he could remember how. It was a car crash that had resulted in him bleeding out among the wreckage. He winced in pain as the feeling returned to him once more- this time only giving what the scientist wanted. “Yes,” he answered, his soprano voice echoing around the apparently cavernous area.

”Well then I can fill you in on the rest,” the scientist explained, “You see, your body was put into cryogenic storage- besides bones and blood loss there wasn’t anything wrong with you. Unfortunately that was in the EARLY days of cryogenic freezing so it wore off centuries later. Your family, however, was kind enough to donate your body to my great grandfather’s grand brain upload experiment, and so…we sort of uploaded your brain into a synthetic chip and installed it in a prototype body.” Half of what the man had enthusiastically explained Watson had not understood- but enough for him to get the gist of it. He was apparently years in the future- he had gotten his wish. He tried talkig again, but found all he could do was plead with his eyes

The scientist sighed. “Alright, give him basic speech function.” Another pop and jolt and Watson found he could once more speak.

”Why…why a girl’s body,” he asked.

The scientist for once shifted his weight uncomfortably. “We…uh…sort of had no choice. We needed a unit, the brain of the girl we had planned to use failed in transfer so all we had was one unit and one ‘brain’- yours.” Watson glared at the man.

”You can’t be serious,” he muttered under his breath, turning away.

”I am, and I am sorry,” The scientist apologized, “but think of it this way- you are eternally young again- by phenotype once you are finished you will look and be able to function as if you were a normal twenty one year old girl! You will also be living with your long forward great grandchildren!”

”Wait, how far forward,” Watson asked.

”Oh, we switched calendars- I’d say in old earth years 1,527?” Machines were already busily releasing him, and he found that he was calmly accepting the scientist’s help up and out of the chair and donning a set of charcoal colored scrub uniform.

The thought escaped his lips. “Uh… why am I doing this so calmly?”

”Because, my dear, you have much to learn. You aren’t totally free movement quite yet.” His reassuring smile seemed the very opposite at that moment, yet he felt no will to disobey the scientist as he ushered Watson in the door from the brightly lit metallic hall into a smaller, cozier room. To his surprise, it was more familiar- colorful wallpaper and wood panel floors adorned the small area where just outside cold white metal covered the hall. It was decorated simply enough- a single sized bed, night stand, and dresser. Light from some source poured in from an adjacent window, despite him not seeing any windows or signs of an external wall from the outside.

”The light comes from a LED sun lamp. Much more superior than those wimpy little ones you had in 2013,” the scientist explained with a smirk.

”But the entire room, its-“

”Designed to make you as comfortable as possible whilst you stay here. We figured that it wasn’t fair to deprive you of everything you knew.” Watson turned to analyze the grinning man.

”I still don’t-“

”Understand? Yes, and you won’t for a long time. Just get some rest, the bed reacts as a magnetic charger, and in the morning we can get more sorted out. Just know that everything is going fine; as difficult it is going to be humanity deserves to thank you for this contribution.” Watson felt compelled to follow- he laid down in the bed and instantly felt a warm buzz.

”Wait, I don’t even know who you are,” he called to the departing man.

”My name is Emar Johnson or Mr. Johnson for you,” he told Watson, “but we shall find out more about each other later. For now sleep tight.” The warm buzz was having a drowsy effect on Watson, who found he was succumbing to its lull.

**NOTICE**

Like this story? Consider liking it and commenting on it- that way I can know what you want me to write! Comments, criticisms, and discussion are the sort of thing any writer thrives on.