Mind racing, as you wonder about this terrified feeling. The absolute vulnerability, you've already submitted your statement. Surrendered this body even as you walk in it. Your own body (naturally since birth), is like clothes, as you're about to change to another outfit.
Your new life only as good as the deal you struck. They have your statement, you signing it on camera, the full testimony and confession of your role in the crimes is now done and dusted. It's time for you to move on.
Not necessarily a bad thing... You've had a good life, and lived it to the fullest potential. Aches, pains and slow deterioration was all that lay ahead. However, your legal counsel treat that as the abomination, and your flipping on your colleagues as the redemption. A scowl flashing across your face at having to commit that atrocity and betray your principals.
Despite your distaste for her advice, she represented you, as best she could. Ensuring you end up in a healthy youthful body, with a substantial lump sum, a paid off home, and anonymity from anyone in your past life. Your back-story as complete as the original. You'll have an equivalent education, so you can choose to work, if you wish.
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Heading towards the Lab 1, you're a little suprised to see her here! You thought this was meant to be a secret process. She smiles uncertainly in response to your sour look. "I'm only here to ensure you get the body you earned in the plea deal."
Reading the room, you can tell she's telling the truth. The subtle half-nods cut off, and averted glances from the technicians tell you the story.
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