Today’s story starting point was sent to us by John H. Rieher Jr. Thanks John!
Wes Mason blinked awake. He tried to run a diagnostic but was blocked. “Wha-what’s up?” he managed to say in a voice not his own. A woman’s voice. He tried to move, but couldn’t. His body wasn’t restrained or anything. It just didn’t want to move.
That’s when the monitor went from a screensaver to a video image of himself. He couldn’t tell where “he” was. That’s when his image started talking.
“Hi Wes,” his doppelgänger said, “You don’t remember me, but you do remember my sister. She committed suicide after what you did to her. I know, I know, it doesn’t narrow it down much. You have at least five suicides to your credit. Which one was it?” His face showed emotions he wasn’t used to seeing on it.
“So, I decided to get even with you,” his face said, “and made it my job to find out how best to make you pay for what you’ve done. So I researched you like a science project and found your weak points.” His face leaned back and flexed synthetic muscles on a taut frame. The best cyber implants money could buy. “I know your body is still mostly organic, but the enhancements are phenomenal! Speed, agility, strength, all beautifully coordinated and managed. Managed by a MegaTachi Neural Filter. You know how easy it is to hack a MegaTachi?” He smiled. “Of course you do now. You’re looking at it.”
“Bas-bas-bastard!” Wes managed to say in that woman’s voice.
“Sorry, wrong B-word,” he said. “You want the feminine equivalent for that. And good job making my body talk. I just wanted you see first what I have done. But it does mean I have to stop my night of debauchery and sullying the name of Wes Mason… for now. Now I have to swap back to my own body.” He gave an evil laugh. “Not to worry, you’ll be safe, I’m leaving your body where it won’t be in any danger.” Then his face smiled so evilly it made Wes cringe. “Enjoy the rest of your life Wes.”
The screen went blank and last thing Wes saw before he went back to his body was the reflection of a mousy-looking, brown-haired woman that bought him a drink the night before…
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Written by John H. Rieher Jr.
Artwork by Tansie Stephens (AKA HybridGothica).