Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2013 15:30:01 -0700
From: Todd todd <futureslave@hotmail.com>
Subject: CIA chapter 7

"Can I get dressed?" I asked.  "Ummm..., no, I'm sorry...  we dont have
anything for you to wear... but you wont really need anything" he contiuned
- as if I had no feelings.  "Maybe I dont NEED anything but I WANT
something!  You're dressed!  Why dont you strip down and sit there and tell
me how you are taking control of my life stark naked; and see how you
feel?" I shot back.  "I understand, but in a couple of minutes we are going
to start.  There's no way to put the probes in if you have clothes on, I'm
sorry" he said a bit sheepishly as if my comment about him stripping seemed
to make the point.  "Do you have any other questions before we start" he
asked.  "When I come back around - it'll be 3 years from now?" I asked
quietly.  "there'll be a few times we bring you around before that, but
just to be sure there is no damage that we dont know about.  But yes, when
you wake up for real, it'll be about 3 years from now." he said earnestly.
"damage that you dont know about?  fuck, How old will I be?" I asked.  "You
will be 58 by then; but we will have regressed your body 40-45 years. You
will look like your something between 13 and 15... the exact age is tough
to exactly predict. And yes; as you know this hasn't
been... ummm... perfected yet.  We just want to be sure that nothing we
dont know about has gone wrong because you were anesthetized" The Doc sort
of shrugged his shoulders and with his elbows at his sides rolled his hands
from palm down to palms up.  "And what if something has gone wrong? I ask
very quietly.  "Let's not play the hypotheticals game... ok?" the Doc
said. "But" I responded "you KNOW the things that can go wrong, you'e
calculated the odds for each thing that could go wrong and have contingency
plans for each one right? Right?" I pressed for an honest answer.  "For
some yes, but the combinations and permutations are beyond imagination, so
no we will have to address everything that goes wrong as it goes wrong" the
Doc said defensively.  "So you're pretty sure things WILL go wrong?  And if
they are bad enough you will "terminate" me?"  I said making air quotes
with my fingers.  "Could I come out a wrecked disfigured mass without the
ability to die?"  I pressed.  "No" the Doc said and I thought was he
bullshitting me or did he mean it, until I heard the rest of his statement.
"We are not going to do this, we're not, we're simply not going to do this.
Suffice it to say - there is a chance that everything will go
fine... without anything going wrong.  That's our hope.  If something minor
goes, wrong that we can correct, we will.  If something goes completely
wrong, or that cant be fixed, you will never know it.  Does that answer
your question?  If not, then I am sorry, I wont go down this with you; I
just wont.  Any other questions not related to things that could go wrong?
I pondered for a second and realized I'm not sure I really want to know.
Especially after he said things like "there is a CHANCE that that
everything COULD go fine" and "If something goes completely wrong...YOU
will NEVER KNOW IT". I knew I couldn't stop this train. If I refused I
assumed a bunch of orderlies would pour out of the woodwork and insure that
whatever was going to happen was still going to happen.  I went back to
accepting that I am probably never going to ever see the light of day
again.  So my mind turned to how could I forestall this or something, and
he had given me the chance to push this off.  He didn't seem like he was in
a killer hurry.  Hmmm, maybe the wrong choice of words.  So he wont discuss
what will happen if things go wrong, will he discuss what will happen if
things go right, I wonder.

"Do you know what I will look like if everything goes according to your
plan?" I asked.  "Yes of course... do you want to see?  I was incredulous
at the stupidity of the question, "of course!" I said pointedly also
feeling like I hit the jackpot in stalling-the-inevitable ideas.  "Come
over here" he said in an almost a giddy childish glee.  We walked into
another room.  I couldn't help but to continue to feel weird walking stark
naked and barefoot behind a fully dressed man in the fanciest medical
laboratory I have ever seen.  In the next room, there was a HUGE flat
pannel computer screen that was more than 6 feet tall, and not made up of
multiple monitors, but just one single screen.  The screen began just above
the floor and was taller than I was and maybe 4 feet wide.  He touched the
computer key board on the desk adjacent to the screen and the screen lit
up. He typed a few things and a picture of a VERY young naked boy came up.
The boy was short maybe 5-4 or so, very red headed, exceptionally skinny,
with creamy white skin, a small turned up nose and his face and shoulders
were fairly heavily freckled.  The Doc said "run your finger up or down on
this pad and you will see him at various ages."  Without handing me the pad
the doc ran his finger up and down on the pad showing me how to do it.
"This is 13, and this is 18" he said.  "if you move your finger sideways
the image will rotate."  As he moved his finger over the pad on the desk
the boy would get older then younger then would spin around.  I looked
carefully, it looked like it was a real boy, not a CGI creation, the image
was so lifelike and crisp; it seemed like you could actually touch the boy
himself.  "what are you looking for the Doc asked.  "this looks so real it
doesn't look like a computer generated image at all" I said.  "That's
because it isn't, it's a real picture. It's not a computer animation, but a
real picture - of a real boy.  You remember the device you asked what it
was and you were told it is a camera, that's what took this image.  Want to
be really impressed?  Put two fingers on the pad and move them down."  he
instructed.  I did and we zoomed in on his body.  It kept zooming until I
was zoomed in on a single red hair on his arm that was nearly 6 feet tall
on the screen.  "That is magnified 1000 times" he said " you can tell by
the number in this corner... see where it says 1123?  That means that this
image is one thousand, one hundred, and twenty three times its real life
size...  but hang on...", He typed a few things in to the keyboard and a
bunch of lines and numbers, and words appeared all over the screen
following the contours and shape of the boy's body.  The Doc zoomed back
into a hair on his arm and only a few numbers were left on the screen.
"That hair is L-A-U-9-2-78-17.  It says here that the physical analysis of
this hair indicates that Chromosome 16 has two recessive genes Asp294His
and Arg151Cys - and that the gene HCL2 is present in Chromosome 4.  It also
says that there significant mutation evidence of MC1R.  Pheomelanin levels
are 74% Eumelanin levels are 9%." There was a short silence - as I stared
at the Doc and he stared back at me - and then I asked "What in the fuck
does that mean?".  The Doc laughed and said "well that hair is number
9-2-78-17 on his Left Arm.  All the gene information basically says - its a
red hair" "You mean you have each hair numbered?"  I ask incredulously.  He
laughed and said "hold on watch".  He typed a bit and said now run a single
finger up and down the pad.  "This is the exact same hair when he was 6 and
this is it at 10 years, this is the same hair when he was 18."  As I moved
my finger the display stayed locked onto the one hair.  You could see the
skin change colors, as did the hair, but you could tell it was the same
hair; over 12 years worth of images of that one hair. He typed a few other
things and the image went back to the 13 year old version of the boy.  He
said "we have pictures with him in many other positions..."  he clicked
away at the keyboard "so that every inch can be seen, mapped and measured."
I could sense he was indulging my my prurient interests as he put a few
other images up, like one with the boy bent over and legs spread.  It was
amazing.

"Here is what he looks like in UV.  This is IR.  Here is what he looked
like in a CT showing all of his hard boney structures.  Here we removed all
the bones from the CT to show better all of the other hard structures like
cartilage.  Here is the MRI showing his softer tissues.  Again, I can tell
the computer to only show me his circulatory system."  Bam! all you could
see was blood vessels.  "Move your finger over the pad, it will show you
him at various ages and profiles...  ...Here are some dopler images showing
his circulatory system...  Here is a PET scan of his brain...  Want to see
what you looked like?" the Doc asked, "No" I said "I dont think so" then I
thought for a second, and like a bolt of lightning, it struck me.  It
wasn't my recent intake pics he was talking about! I tipped my head to the
side and said very quietly in a pissed off tone "Do you have pictures like
this of me over my entire life also?"  The Doc smiled and said "yes, about
once a month we would bring you in..." after a long pregant silence he went
on as if surprise that I was surprised "that wasnt the first time you were
in the intake lab you know... everyone there knows you pretty well", he
said with a sheepish, snide smile.  "Anyway we are off the tracks" the Doc
said, getting to the matter at hand, this was a real life boy, you are
getting his genes spliced into yours.  You will be him... in every
way... even down to having the same fingerprints and ear shape... Except
your brain, it will still know everything it knew before and everything we
will be teaching it."