THE SHELL OF WHAT I WAS

THE SHELL OF WHAT I WAS

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 25, 2017
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Science Fiction
Imagine waking up in a new body, your physical appearance the same but your human anatomy has changed. Every bone, every organ, every cell, every strand of DNA rewritten. Everything that made you, you gone in the blink of an eye. Now imagine feeling it all change, imagine your bones shattering into dust and reforming, your organs ripped to shreds and mending back together. Every fibre of your being pulled apart and rectified. Your body ameliorated. You are upgraded with the newest software. Would you be able to still be you? Cecilia Reeve had no choice in the matter. No notification, no Manual, nothing.
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