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A Body is a Body

Updated on January 6, 2017
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Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher. He is a former journalist who has worked on various community and college publications.

Terrell spotted the mirror. It took up an entire wall. He saw his pathetic image staring back at him.
Terrell spotted the mirror. It took up an entire wall. He saw his pathetic image staring back at him. | Source

“You look worried, Terrell” the technician said in a soft, reassuring voice.

Terrell struggled to lift his head to give an answer. But, every move was painful, despite the heavy dosage of morphine coursing through him.

“Will this hurt?” Terrell slurred.

The technician gave him a big, hearty smile.

“It’s temporary,” he assured him. “Just like the port implant we installed in you.”

Pain defined Terrell’s life. Terminal cancer made sure of that. Terrell tried to recall the discomfort and pain this pre-op procedure caused. He couldn't recall it being distinctive from the pain he was already living with.

“You’re not sure of this?” the technician asked after Terrell remained silent for a minute.

The expression on Terrell's gaunt face spoke volumes. The technician stopped uncurling the cords to the transference machine. Bed-side manner was in high demand, and the technician would do what he had to do to insure this patient's well-being.

“In the old days, you would’ve been read your last rites," The technician mentioned as he read Terrell's unspoken response.

The technician returned to the machine.

“Body-2, step forward.” Body-2 obeyed, stepping into the room and walking up to the technician and Terrell. It stopped when the technician ordered him
“Body-2, step forward.” Body-2 obeyed, stepping into the room and walking up to the technician and Terrell. It stopped when the technician ordered him | Source

”There’s only one way out of this pain, and the end to the suffering is near. Believe me, you made the right choice.”

Terrell spotted the mirror. It took up an entire wall. He saw his pathetic image staring back at him.

He’s right, he thought. This may have been his body – the one he was born with. But, now it was betraying him.

“Can I see it?” Terrell said.

The technician glanced at Terrell. He realized what he wanted to see: “Sure.”

He went to a panel on the wall and pressed a button. The mirror – a holograph – disappeared. There, a healthier, but emotionless, version of Terrell stood there.

“Body Two, step forward.”

Body Two obeyed, stepping into the room and walking up to the technician and Terrell. It stopped when the technician ordered him.

He’s right, he thought. This may have been his body – the one he was born with. But, now it was betraying him.

“So,” the technician continued, “Shall we begin?” “A body is a body," Terrell said after a long sigh.
“So,” the technician continued, “Shall we begin?” “A body is a body," Terrell said after a long sigh.

Terrell was flabbergasted to see his clone.

“The finest skin and bones our labs can create,” the technician beamed. “It might not be the body you grew up with, but a body is a body. And this new one is only a push-of-the-button away."

“So,” the technician continued, “Shall we begin?”

“A body is a body," Terrell said after a long sigh.Although weak, he managed a smile.

With the final approval, the technician ordered Body Two to sit. He went to work plugging the cords into the USB ports implanted in Terrell’s and Body Two’s nape.

Finally, the technician went to the machine and pushed the button.

Terrell blacked out. When he came to, he felt different. The pain was gone.

And, before him was his old, dying self, slumped over and drained of life. This took him aback. That was him, he thought. He felt a sense of rebirth surge through him, as his old self lingered like worn out clothing that was carelessly discarded.

"A body is a body," he said out loud.

"Yes it is," the technician quipped.

The thought spun around Terrell's thoughts as he watched the technician take out the old body as if he was taking ir the street corner with the rest of the garbage.

Terrell stared at this hand: "A body is a body."

© 2015 Dean Traylor

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