Hall of Infinite Doors

You walk across the room, wincing as some of the moisture rises up out of the flesh with each step you take. You try to walk as lightly as possible, but even that is enough pressure to flatten the brain matter. You try not to think about it, especially when a deep spot flows over your shoes to dampen your socks.

Luckily, the keyboard and monitor seem to be made of a harder membrane, and do not squish on contact. Once your hand makes contact with the keyboard, the message being displayed on the monitor changes.

/Manual override activated

The section of flesh in front of the monitor becomes transparent. It's a view of a bedroom, probably belonging to owner of the brain you're in. At least you didn't overide the guy's free will in public. That definitely would've attracted some attention; something you don't want to get until you're sure that you can operate the controls well enough.

/Cancel background programs? (Y/N)

"N," you type. If your guess is right, background programs are probably stuff like breathing, and having the heart beat. It's bad enough that this body is perfectly still right now.

You type in the phrase "about", and hit enter. Hopefully, you'll get some information about the body you're in. It'd be nice to know who you are right now.

/Isaac Merimac v1.0
/File created- 08:37:56 29/11/1989
/File type- blonde human male
/File notes- popularity-93% /intellegence-53% physical-72%
/Additional software- American Eagle, Starbucks


Well. It looks like you're in the body of a high school senior; a highly popular one at that. If he's buying American Eagle crap, he's definitely a prep. He's probably not an athelete, and he's definitely a moron. Still, he's probably the type of guy who made public schooling rough for geeks everywhere. And you get to screw around with him. Revenge should be sweet. But does he really deserve that type of embarrasment? Maybe you should play nice, and try to act normal.