Originally posted on December 18, 2023.
“What the heck are you doing?” Roland asked the only other person in this weird run-down place.
“I’m letting you go.” She said.
“Maybe I should’ve worded that differently...What have you DONE to me? Why am I a woman?”
“You don’t even recognize me, do you? I was standing right beside her when you ran her over. I bet you were drunk, weren’t you? I told the police I could identify you; they said there just wasn’t enough evidence. She eventually died from her injuries. But I saved some of her DNA, then I built this chair and found you. The chair can take someone’s DNA and fuse it into another person, essentially make a copy of that first person. That’s what I did to you; I turned you into her, my sister. I’ve missed her so much since you killed her. At least now I can look at her face again, even if it is with your awful brain inside. It also seems like a fitting punishment, don’t you think? I hope having the face of the person you killed haunts you every time you look at it.”
“Would it help to say I’m sorry?” Roland replied.
“No. There’s no reversing this. And honestly, you should just be lucky I couldn’t get my hands on one of my sister’s brain scans. I would have overwritten you completely. If the hospital still has a copy, they aren’t sharing with me. But perhaps I should warn you that if I do track one down, I might just strap you back into this chair for a second time.”
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