In a secluded corner of the fairground lie an inconspicuous machine. To the public, it could be mistaken for a barber chair, complete with a soft cushioned brown chair with a head attachment that was similar to a hair dryer. But it was definitely not from a barber shop. It was something much more interesting and more sinister. The head attachment was actually a consciousness extraction apparatus, and it was connected to a mini wireless chip for the transfer of consciousness. With this capability, one could extract themselves from their own body and insert into the body of another person through a cellphone call. The consciousness, converted into electronic binary code, will then be transmitted through a wireless connection to the cellphone and beamed into the target's brain, where the consciousness will assimilate itself into the host's brain signals, effectively taking control.
For Dr. Seewald, this was not only his magnum opus but also a tool for revenge. When he first pitched his idea, no one wanted to sponsor him, thinking that it was impossible. In the end, he had to sell most of his possessions, and even used stray animals as initial test subject, including his own dog, who was consciously transferred to a cat. Bearing all the cat scratches across his arms, the mad scientist forged on. "Pain is only temporary. Soon, it will be my turn to get a better life," he would repeat from time to time. After he made the final adjustments for human consciousness transfer, he plopped himself on the seat and placed the headpiece over his head. He already had a target in mind: Acacia Inc., the sponsor for this fair. If he could infiltrate and become an executive of the company, then future finances would not be an issue, and he could even advertise his own inventions internally. After inputting the phone number of the marketing department into the system, he laid back and closed his eyes, waiting for the machine to finish counting down and for the target to answer the 'call'. Unfortunately, Dr. Seewald could not find specific phone numbers for the directors of the company, so he could only hope that whoever answered the call was the right one. If not, he might have to find a way to return here for a second transfer. Regardless, the person on the other hand was bound to receive a nasty surprise.