Change of pace – You know I started this blog to write about writing and to for my writing. It’s time to get to those roots. Here is an offering, a recent story about appreciating what you have –sort of. If you like the beginning you can download the whole thing free at the link. Enjoy!
Dark Street Journey
by Andre Gensburger
The new body fit like a glove; the old one had too many defects from the ever increasing heart murmurs to the cancerous lumps that had started growing in odd places.
The new body was under thirty years old, grown just for Harold per his specifications and he had to wait almost five years until it was stable enough and suitable for the transference. Now, standing wired up to a scanner, Harold had to stand perfectly still as the lab computers sized up his condition matching it to the parameters they had determined beforehand.
It was his body; although not as his body had been in his thirties; he had ordered up modification, things that he had always wanted. He wanted better proportions, more stocky and less tall so that he could develop musculature and feel more empowered. Likewise he opted to leave this new body uncircumcised, a barbaric custom of his youth, now really ninety two years earlier.
This was a fine body and it had cost him all the money that he had managed to accumulate, earn, borrow, steal and otherwise acquire in ways that his long dead wife, Helen would have smacked him silly for.
So you can just go into a store and order yourself a new body like ordering a custom suit, and then get the guts to do the transference which had to have been the most painful thing he had experienced.
"It all checks out fine, Mr. Kranston," the technician told him. "Heart, lungs, all perfect. We scanned for pre tumors but the genetic changes we made should prevent a recurrence of the tumors."
Harold flexed his arms. In front of him the wall to wall mirror gave him multiple sides of his new body and for a moment he stood admiring it all. His hair was blonde this time around; he had lost his hair in his fifties, and the techs had told him they could prevent that from happening and why not try a new hair color.
"What about pregnancy?" he asked. "If I get someone pregnant what is the potential for genetically abnormal babies?"
"You should be fine," the technician told him, thinking to himself 'You horny old goat.'
Harold stepped off the scanner bed and moved to the new clothes placed on a chair to one side. He had them made before the transference, bringing the tailor to the lab to measure the body while it was still developing, just days before they stopped the process and stabilized it.
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