...You don't collapse in the transport pod at all.
As the Lizardess stares at the transporter, watching it light up, she notices the pod suddenly began to emit smoke and static. "Shit!" she
said, and as she ran to the console to cancel the process, a shower of sparks inexplicably shut the machine down. The console suddenly
said "Due to errors, the subjects re-affirmation has been post-poned until transporter maintence is complete. Please retrieve Data Cell
containing subject's existence." As though on cue, a small pod fell out of the console. She picked it up. "So this is what he's stored
in...hey, wait a second..." she said, examining the ports. "I could plug him into anything in the ship! Oh, the oppurtunities..."
Your consciouness had been devided up into a billion tiny pieces, but each piece longed to make the connections to one another again.
You couldn't say you were alive in any sense of the word, only that you existed, unable to even think trapped in the data cell. Suddenly,
however, your mind began to piece itself back together. It was her! She plugged you into...