Jeff had been a butterfly for weeks. He learned how to eat nector almost without thinking about it, making him wonder just how much instinct he had inherited. He also wondered often just how this tiny body could manage to hold his human brain. He spent time basking for warmth in the sun along with others that looked like him. It wasn't a bad life, though he knew in his heart it would be a short one.
He wasn't sure how long butterflies lived, but he figured it couldn't be more than a couple of years. For him, it would even be shorter.
He was flying toward a flower near a pond when he felt his body lurch in the air as something wrapped its way around his body. He felt his delicate wings bend and break as he was pulled from the air into the waiting maw of an oversized frog! There was no time to react or think as the mouth close around his body and he felt most of himself, minus bits of his wings, slide down into the stomach...
Then, just as suddenly, he was looking though new eyes.
He blinked, unsure. What had happened now? He saw bits of butterfly wing floating in the water near him and it slowly dawned on him: He was the frog! When he was eaten, he had somehow taken over this body!
He sat on the lilypad and wondered. Was this some kind of fluke, an additional safety device of the Chornovac? What happened if he was eaten again?