two-synths-in-a-trenchcoat:

the-perfect-scientist:

Had something gone wrong in the memory lounger? Did part of his brain get left behind in the computer?

Okay, that was extreme, obviously, but things just didn’t look… right. Oh sure, the colors looked fine and he could still see but… his vision seemed a bit sharper waking up. And… his nose? Looked like it was the wrong shape?

There was a buzzer noise, like the noise when someone hit the abort button on a compacter, and Carlos’ memory pod suddenly opened. He was confused, but he just shrugged slightly and started to sit up… only to realize that he wasn’t wearing his own clothes.

He became aware that his body didn’t…. well it just didn’t feel right.

“What the hell…?” he asked aloud, and he was shaken when he didn’t hear his own voice come out of his throat.

@two-synths-in-a-trenchcoat

It’s warm.

That’s the immediate first thought that crosses his mind, wincing at the sound of the memory lounger signifying a grievous error.

This whole thing had been Dr Amari’s idea, of course, two individuals to share the neural load, an experiment she was trying to perfect, but obviously something wasn’t working right here. It felt like Nick’s skin was buzzing, and when he ran a hand over his face to try to soothe the confusion, the resulting texture was overwhelming.

He looks down at the hand, frowning when he sees toffee colored skin. No. No, he doesn’t want this memory, whatever it is. He knows all of these memories, he’s seen them all intimately, and he doesn’t want to watch her die again he can’t, he won’t-

And just like that, Nick is gone and aRMA is blinking at the sudden, abrupt consciousness, blinking as if they’d been shaken awake. Their gaze fixes on the hand, turning it this way and that, admiring it.

“Whoa.” They jump at the sound of their own voice, leaning out of the comfortable little pod that keeps making angry noises, only to gaze upon a scientist and… DiMA? No, that can’t be right. That’s. Wait, that’s their body!

“What’d Nick fuck up this time…?”

Carlos realized, alarmingly, that some
sensations were missing: he wasn’t breathing, he couldn’t hear the blood
rushing in his ears, his mouth was so much dryer than it should have been, and
he couldn’t even really feel much
of anything on his skin!

He was shocked again, hearing a voice that sounded like his
father’s.  He looked around, and for a
second he thought he saw his brother in the memory lounger next to his. Except
it wasn’t his brother – it looked like… Oh god, it looked like him!

“Oh my god…” he said in a voice that was gravelly and just
too rough-sounding for his liking. “Oh my god, what happened? D-Doctor?”