"Thank you for the body Ms. Fletcher" I moan softly, pinching at my firm and perky nipple with my right hand as my left blindly slaps around inside the machine. "Let's... Just..." I groan, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort building in my tone as I pull free the intact USB, placing it back into the machine to test a theory.
I smirk as I stare down at the poorly adapted little device, the bog-standard USB wrapped in small wires hooked up to an external battery supply. The whole thing is hot in my delicate pale hand, the electronics inside threatening to melt under the strain of holding such volatile and heavily compressed information.
As the scent of burning plastic begins to sting my nostrils I know I need to do something soon about the young woman trapped inside the storage device, the disgusting smell telling me that something was going to give at any moment. With a small groan and grunt I reach back into the machine, flailing about as I finally manage to plunge the USB back into the awaiting slot after only a few attempts.
Heaving my still disoriented and sickened form up to my feet I look at the empty machine, my mind turning to the hallway behind me as I listen out for anyone approaching.
"What to do... with... you..." I mutter, stroking at my slender chin as my thumb glances over the few pimply blemishes. My left-hand turns to pat down my jeans, a grin forming as I feel a large rectangular device deep inside one of the pockets.
URGENT! One of my students just went through the Swap Thingy and they're just
sitting there drooling! The other kid seems fine, what the hell do we do?!?
did they have like a laptop or phone on them?
Why does that matter!?
Those old machines look to any viable storage unit
ANY
and tey're like super old. they're made to avoid certain low levels of storage
like <100 gb, but if a laptop or phone are big enough it may have gotten confused
Well how do we check?
Just ask for Siri or Cortana, the kids likely hooked up to that system if they're
in there
ain't cortana the big tiddy hologram form Halo
Fuck off nerd
My grin grows as I pull the phone from my pocket, the lock screen quickly disappearing as the device reads my stolen face. It feels massive in my hands, the brand new extra large phone seeming to be ginormous compared to my old one from this perspective.
"It could be nice to have a little assistant in living your life" I muse, looking over the apps on the screen with a wince. Notifications flood the top of the screen, with various red numbered dots sitting above all manner of messaging applications.
"On the other hand..."
one of the teachers in our swap class is freaing out!
What do you mean?
they keep running around
they can't seem to stop!
Were they part of a swap?
were they nearby a swap?
no
wait, yes they were standing next to the machine
Why does being nearby matter?
Their legs were likely too close when the machine was searching for nerves and
stoarge. Those stupid machines were originally designed to stimulate the growth
of brain tissue and neurons. Guarentee it's mis-targeted and promoted enough
growth in your teacher's legs to work as a hind-brain
What the fuck!
I didn't know that could fucking happen! I've been standing next to those fucking
things all the time
how do we fix this
She needs to get her legs to take her ass to the Swap Clinic ASAP. Hopefully they
can disentagle the two
Looking down at my sweat-covered body I begin to take stock, my mind flooding with possibilities of where to store the entrapped mind inside the dying USB.
"Maybe my hand?" I mutter, opening and closing my fingers as I feel my smooth albeit greasy skin. "Easy to control, could write things for me..." I muse, looking down at myself as past my firm perky chest. "Maybe my legs, could be nice to have her guide me around... though I guess she could... maybe something less... open..." I grumble with a little huff, my hand soon returning to my chest as I paw at it through the shirt.
Hey weird question, but one of my students is acting weird after their trip
through swap class. Is that just the empathy stuff they're meant to be learning
or...
Weird how?
Yeah, like talking to themselves and twitching weird?
Nah, just taking up new hobbies and is oddly good at them.
Was there anyone missing at the end of the class?
Wait what do you mean by twitchy?
Yeah, one of the Volleyball team ended up in hospital afterwards. Why?
Sounds like that Volleyball kid got 'dumped'
What's that mean?
Is no one going to ask about the twitching thing?
Dumped means their mind is crammed into same skull as the other kid.
It can vary from case to case but it sounds like either a blending of the two, or more likely the volleyball player acting as the 'slave mind'
Slave mind? That sound horrific
They won't know it even happened once it gets fixed
They're basically on autopilot, answering all the queries posed to them
Just get it fixed asap while their mind is still distinct and before it gets
consumed once and for all
Thanks for the advice, I'll contact the Swap Clinic immediately
What about the fucking twitching and speaking to themselves shit though?
Fuck, sometimes the minds don't play nice and stay distinct yet whole
Way rarer, ends up with the two minds trying to share control until either they
reach equilibrium, one eats the other, or they fused into one
As I mull it all over I rub at my temples, feeling my head throb after just the first pass through the terrible aging machine. It was like I had strained a muscle inside my skull, a worry soon building in me that this beaten and battered brain may struggle with a second mind forced inside of it.
Listen out in the hall I hear footsteps, a few doors opening and closing as people move past. I can't tell who they are, whether they were students, teachers or staff is all but unknown. Swallowing hard I try to think of a plan, desperate to get out of this forbidden room without being seen.
Swallowing hard, waiting for the sound of the footsteps to move far enough away, I turn on the machine as the sound of its whirring fills the room once more. Tapping at the console with my new miniaturized digits I quickly start it up, the pod in front of me soon growing warm as it spins up.
With my heart racing in my chest, I take a step forward and...
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