Twenty One - More Frog

The inside of the operating tent was comforting, The walls on the inside were coated with white plastic, everything looked double sterile. "Just lay back on the table, we'll give you some gas and when you wake up you will be in your new self Thomas". said Father. I hopped onto the table and put the mask on. "Count down from One Hundred Thomas", said Father. "One Hundredd" instantly the gas kicked on at full burst, "Sorry, I'll turn it down". said Jeff. Instead of turning it down he started tweaking the knob on the tank to the beat of the song playing on the stereo, it happened to be Sympathy for the Devil, in between whoo, hoo's he would twist the knob on the gas. "Ninety Nine, Ninety, Ninety Nine, Nine," I babbled. A kaleidoscope of colors absorbed my entire being. My hands where glowing rainbows surrounded by pitch black infinite. Then came falling, I opened my eyes. "Get him back up on the table". Jolene said to the guard. I could feel my body being moved, but when I closed my eyes, it went dark again, Keith Richards Guitar solo made my heart move inside of my chest.

I started swimming. The Frog swam towards me. Our faces met as air bubbles flew upwards between our mouths. "You should not have done this Tom", "What about Amy, Tom"? said Frog. "I trust my Father, he's a genius." I replied to Frog whilst treading in place. "Why would you trust him now, after all of these years since he's abandoned you, now you are going to trust that he has some crazy plan to save the world"! Said Frog in an angry tone. I broke down crying, "I don't have any other choice, What else can I do"! I shouted. "I can stay in this body and risk having my cancer come back and losing everyone in my life, or I can try and live a synthetic life". I declared to Frog. 

Concentrating on the breath in a pattern of four seconds 1-2-3-4 In, and 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Out, now repeat until calm.    




I sat up in my bed, it was the same tent I slept in the night before, I looked at my hands,,,,,,,,everything looked as it did before, except it felt sort of different, sort of like being drunk from two glasses of wine, not inebriated, but tingly. I gazed up into the mirror, I looked exactly the same as before, I felt my back, right in the middle was the same electronic panel Jolene had. "That's your maintenance port" a voice said.


 I couldn't figure out where the voice came from, I got up and walked to my door, I looked around outside, but saw no one. I walked back towards the bed, "Who said that" ?  I asked. The voice was inside of me, it said "Inside of your inner thoughts, you have constant access to the motherboard, we can share all of the information in the world with each other". said father from within my head. "So you mean we're all logged in to the internet, like cellphones, right in our heads, whenever we think of something"? I asked. "Uh, yeah, pretty much, anything you want to know, just think of it and it's there." Father responded. "I guess I might be able to get used to this". I said. I looked back in the mirror, knowing that I could potentially live forever, I smiled, The haze of the transformation wore off.  I was now a part of the project to save the world.  I knew then that I had made the right choice.