You go over to wet bar. There's a low ball cocktail glass waiting for
you. You grab the glass and take a good stiff drink. It really hits
the spot. You lick you lips. It's not vodka, or gin or - then the
answer lights up in your brain literally. You see a chemical formula
displayed on a computer screen inside the back of your eye. At least
that's how you perceive it. Then words print out digitally under the
chemical formula - commonly known as battery acid.
"Battery acid!" you exclaim. There's a bottle on the counter. It's
marked with a warning label, "Sulfuric Acid 4.5% mol/L - For Use With
Lead Batteries Only."
You balk for a moment then you pour yourself another glass. Now you
know why the glassware is etched anyway. You sniff it. Lick your
lips.
"Damn fine battery acid. You know they say what doesn't kill me makes
me stronger," then you drain the glass.
A little voice inside you says as the words appear on the screen in
your eye, "BATTERY ACID LEVELS AT OPTIMUM - COMMENCE CHARGING."
You set the empty glass down and walk across the loft to what looks
like a closet door. You open it to reveal a large old fashion-style
electrical panel. It's black with lots of holes to stick connectors
into, and has old style analog gauges, and dials and levers, and
switches. It also has what appear to be jumper cables or car battery
charging cables plugged into its outlets. You know that you're going
to use it on yourself. You clip the red clamp to your right nipple,
and as you reach for the black clamp you pause. The inside door of
the closet has a mirror mounted to it. You pause to stare at your
reflection. It's hot. It's not you though, it's the blond guy from
the club. But wait it is you. You are now the blond guy from the
club, or at least your mind is in his body now. "But how?" you gasp.
Your mind is racing: OPTION A: Your mind was downloaded into the
android's brain. You are either a copy of your original mind and your
true self continues to exist without knowing that his/your brain has
been copied into a machine mind. OPTION B: Your mind was downloaded
into the android, while his mind or another mind was uploaded into
your body. Perhaps your former body will be used as an assassin or
something. OPTION C: Damn nanobots. There are parts of your memory
that aren't yours, like the drinking sulfuric acid, and knowing where
the battery cables are hidden. Part of that memory tells you that
this android has access to very potent special nanobots. They could
have converted your human body into a twin of the android's except
somehow your memory was preserved on purpose or by accident, you don't
know? Strange how much you know, except for the most pertinent
things. How and why did you become an android? Or were you always one,
and the real you just had some fun programming his/your identity into
you?
You shake your head. Your battery does need a recharge. You clamp the
black clamp in place. It should hurt, but it really doesn't. Then you
turn the rheostat to adjust the current flow, and then you throw the
switch. Your body tingles as the current recharges your batteries.