Chapter #4Harold goes first by: takacube Tassert led Harold down a corridor after a last minute hug with his daughter and a lingering kiss with Sandra. The agent seemed much more worn down than when he had first met her but given the circumstances of their visit and what they were presently doing, he could all but guess what was going on inside her head.
They walked quietly until they reached a set of double doors and, with one final breath, she turned and gave him a warm hug. "Good luck, Mr. Maxwell." He returned the hug with as much warmth as he hoped he could convey under the circumstances and the smile on her face told him that it had been received. She pressed the pad next to the door and the two doors slid open with just the faintest hiss. Harold took a few moments to collect his thoughts, looked down at himself one last time, and then stepped through the doors.
"Welcome, Mr. Maxwell, we don't have a lot of time," came a sing-song voice that had just the right amount of priss that irritated him and when he turned, he noticed that a young woman stood at the control panel of an interesting device. She tapped in a few commands, a few numbers, and then motioned for him to step forward onto a blue circular platform. "This will only be a second."
Hands from orderlies quickly reached out and stripped him of his shirt, pants, belt, socks, shoes and then a pair of metal scissors came out and snipped off his boxers, leaving him there in all his nude glory. He wasn't in the best of shape but there was a small bit of pride that swelled up in him as he saw the girl taking a bit longer than really necessary to glance at him before turning away with a small blush on her cheeks. "Err...yes...about your process, do you have any last minute questions?"
Harold looked on as a small slab of metal rose from behind him and then somehow became soft and pliable enough to form a contour around his body frame down to the arches in his feet. "Um..what?"
She looked up from her position, her face still slightly flushed. "Any questions?"
He shook his head clear from the distractions around him and paused. "Yes...just one, really. Am I really going to be made into the person in my file?"
The woman tapped a few buttons and a small screen popped up in front of him, mirroring what she was seeing. "You are Harold David Maxwell, 46, male, caucasian, 234 pounds, standing at a height of 6 feet 3 inches." She clicked a few more buttons and the screen shifted to a small readout. "Your new life will be dramatically different." She pressed another button and a small syringe sprung from a small arm that moved and then was deftly injected into his arm. "Any questions on your new life before you go under?"
The medicine was quick in reaction and Harold could feel his eyes growing extremely heavy. "...can you tell me anything?"
The tech nodded and pressed another sequence of buttons with the screen scrolling through a bunch of text before she settled on one that, given the blurred lights and semi-drunken stupor Harold felt creeping over him, he could not quite read. "When you awake, you'll be Julia Marie Hammond, 17, caucasian female, 120 pounds, standing at a height of 5 feet 6 inches. Quite the looker, I might add..." indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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