For the moment you can perfectly enjoy the sight of your target body dueling against someone. From the language they use, you realize one thing. Both of them are French. When you think of France and what you want to do in your new life you think you clearly hit a jackpot and have no regrets selecting this target.
They are playing a game of crackers. Apparently your target body isn’t in a winning position. The opposing one already has three doubles and won one game. Then you realize there is one thing you forgot. If someone loses, wouldn’t he or she immediately go away since there is nothing left to win? With that in mind, you resolve is about to be scattered. You just hope everyone stays where they are.
You check the bar and the red mist. As the mist is shrinking in size and entering the body the bar fills. It’s already over half way. You take an imaginary swallow and pray everything goes well.
(Please make it happen. Do not fail. Please.)
Suddenly a few minutes later you see the world, the virtual image collapse. Everything darkens again.
(It’s time.), you think. One moment ago you saw your target body in virtual image form, now you’ll become one with it. You’re clearly impatient. You really wonder what your life is going to look like now. This is one heck of a drastic change for you. You want to know and to be. You wish yourself high luck with your new body and somewhere in your mind you think pretty evilly the words: (I won). You successfully defeated the impossible and obtained a new life. You already know it. The upload will succeed. You know it. You feel as if you’re about to have an orgasm, but in a different way. Unimaginable excitement and happiness. Highly curious of your new life, you guess you don’t really know what to think, but you’re sure it will be awesome. Finally you’re saved from your prison-like hellish life, your broke scientist life and those connections. Everything will be cut officially. The shape of a clear figure that you have in your mind gets stronger and stronger.
You can fully imagine the shape it has, what it is.
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